No complaints

It’s the Jewish month of Elul, which in these parts, means t’shuva, or repentance. Or, for an easier translation to swallow–returning to our higher selves.

In an effort to accomplish something in the spirit of the season, I’ve decided to stop complaining. My complaints had reached a level where I would complain to my husband, friend or co-worker just for the sake of conversation. I could hear myself complaining and was starting to annoy myself.

And so, I’ve been employing a tried and true method from my college days. I’ve dusted off my cuss jar and given it prominent space on my mantel.

It’s been two weeks, and the plan’s working. Just the act of having to physically put the money in the jar raises consciousness of my behavior. Best of all, now that I’m not complaining as much, I’m starting to wonder what was it that I was so busy complaining about?

Here’s to a healthy and happy new year to all–one where none of us have anything to complain about!