Over the pity party

Lately I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to be a complainer. One tends not to realize how annoying this bad habit is when engaging in it, whereas observing complaining in another individual is a bit reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. I realize I am quite the culprit of going on about a difficult day at work, how tired I am, how I didn't get to take a break at school, etc., etc. but how beneficial is this really? Unless I am coming up to a solution with a problem there really is no point in subjecting friends, family, boyfriend to said verbal pity party monologue. I have so much to be grateful for and despite this hectic/emotionally trying season of life, things aren't so bad. I hope I can see the small blessings on my 13 hour plus days and not every detail that hasn't gone according to plan. After all the imperfections are what make life interesting. I'd rather be a bit of a flawed hot mess than have all my ducks in a row. ;)