Stop whining....

Current mood: annoyed

I guess I'll write - since it's on my mind today - that I'm realizing how much it pays to stop and pay attention whenever you hear yourself mentally whining.

Nobody likes a whiner, even when it's yourself. So it makes sense to be attentive to amount of which your internal monologue is becoming personally insufferable. As with body odor and not flossing, chances are good that others have already noticed things about you before you have, so - you know - congratulations on making it to the party.

Furthermore, and possibly more importantly, that whining should be telling you something. Whining is the white smoke in your tail pipe that means you're wasting mental oil. It means you're unconsciously allocating cycles to something that you cannot, would not, or should not be wasting your time thinking about. Otherwise, why would it be bothering you, right? You'd be either free of it or done with it.

Once you pinpoint where that whine's coming from, that's the perfect opportunity to decide what the hell the hang-up is. Because if it's worth whining and droning about, it's worth deciding what obstacle (barrier?) in either the "real world" or your own brain is keeping something from happening.

And once you figure out that obstacle, there's more than enough methods that exist to help you accomplish what you need to get passed it all in a way that's sane and sensible. But you can't finish a task you don't fully understand, so allow yourself the personal comfort of unpacking the problem behind the problem.

Put automotive-wise? Compulsively adding a new bottle of oil every other day doesn't repair your smoke problem: it feeds it. As an alternative, use the smoke as a warning that it's about time to trace the cracks in your engine.

As for me? Ya… Now I'm feeling a little better and a little less whiny.

Onwards…