What's Wrong

Yesterday morning I stood at the back door whining.  Then I stood on the bed and looked out the window and whined.  MOM was not amused, she was busy talking to someone on the phone.  When she finished she came into the bedroom, "What is your deal? Why are you whining?”

If she would only look out the window she would see.

Three pheasants in MY yard! “Let me out, Let me out!!!!”  But no, she just stood there watching them.  “What's wrong with you?  They are in MY yard.”  All my whining fell on deaf ears.

Look at them just strutting around.

And all those other birds hanging out with them.

So I barked and barked, the pheasants looked at the window (and I swear they laughed) and then took flight.  That’s when MOM let me out.  “A little late” I thought. 

My MOM for nearly 2 years now has tried to live a complaint free life.  She's not perfect but what a difference it has made in her life.  So when I came back in she gave me a little talk about complaining because I would not stop whining and complaining that she was not doing what I wanted.  Here's a little of what she said.

"What's wrong?". This is what many people are constantly asking themselves. 

What problem or challenge can I put my focus upon and in so doing distract me from the wonders of this day.

Saying "What's wrong with the world?", so I can make it seem to large for me to share responsibility in improving it.

If we would constantly ask ourselves, "what's going well?", The shift in our focus and the world would be astounding.

She's right.  But I do love a good chase.  Next time I will express myself differently.  I really did enjoy the beauty of those three pheasant as they took flight.

Blessings,
Goose