Dear Ladies,

Complaining is easy. We complain too much. We complain on social media. We complain everywhere we go. We complain to our boyfriends. We complain to our classmates. We complain to our coworkers. We complain to our family. We complain to ourselves. We even complain to G O D !

We can complain about not knowing what to wear, but someone else has only  two outfits to choose from. We will complain about having to pay bills, but somebody is praying for a job so that they can get their lights turned back on. We are quick to complain about how hard our classes are, but the person who sits next to you in class is working harder than you just to pass. While you are hoping for a new pair of boots to add to your collection, someone is praying to God or writing letters to Santa that they will get a pair of boots for Christmas so they won’t freeze this winter (you know, for whenever it decides to get cold).

Don’t get me wrong, there is validity to your struggles, but sometimes it necessary for us to reframe our thinking. If you’re grieving, I’m not saying that you’re not allowed to grieve. If you’re always working, you are allowed to say that you need a break. If you have an injury, you are allowed to say that you are in pain. Let us be mindful of the frequency of our complaints and mindful of how we respond to the complaints of others. We all have the right to be heard, to be empathized with and to be understood.

There are a lot of things happening in my life that I can complain about, but I try really hard not too. Sometimes I do, I’m not perfect. However, I make the conscious decision not to, especially not to someone who has it worse than me in that area. Over the last few years I haven’t been able to spend Christmas with my cousins and I’ve truly missed their company during the holidays. This year, things really felt different around the house, but just when I got the idea to complain I received a text message with some bad news. A young lady from my high school was shot and killed 2 days before Christmas at 18 years old. Now, I didn’t really know her nor do I know all the details of the situation, but my heart  immediately dropped for her family. I mean, can you imagine your daughter coming home from her first semester of college, you’ve already wrapped her gifts and then you find out that she is dead. Right before Christmas! My prayers really go out to them (and other families in their situation), because it’s always hard to lose someone at a young age, but it must be even harder during the holidays. So, I decided not to complain. Although I wish my cousins were with me this Christmas, they are alive, safe and healthy and my immediate family was with me. I had gifts, I had food, I had my parents, my sister and my grandma. Besides we weren’t celebrating my birthday, we were celebrating Jesus’ birthday. 

So this Christmas, I’m GRATEFUL. What are you grateful for? What are you working on being grateful for?