“The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.” – poet Randall Jarrell
Working as a nanny over the past year, I have heard the 13-year-old and seven-year-old who I watch say some crazy things. Just the other day, the 13-year-old and her friend were discussing Instagram on our drive to cheer practice.
“Ugh, the most likes I’ve even gotten for a post is 80. That’s so sad.”
“Oh yeah. The most I’ve gotten is like 165.”
“How many do my posts have?!” the seven-year-old chimed in.
The three then proceeded to discuss how annoying it was that people would follow them on social media and not comment on their posts. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. When I was seven, I didn’t even know what the internet was!
But that really wasn’t the point. As I listened to these children complain about something so silly, I began to think of all the silly things that I complain about on a daily basis.
I complain about my mom making chicken AGAIN for dinner instead of thanking her for making dinner at all. I complain about a hard day at work instead of thanking God for giving me a job in this economy. I complain about having to live at home with my parents after college instead of thanking them for letting me save up money and live rent-free in a beautiful home.
I love to complain, and, if I’m being honest, when I heard of the 21-day challenge at Floris UMC, my first thought was, “What would anyone talk about?” After all, I spend my days listening to complaining at work, at home, in my head—everywhere. But this challenge has finally shown me that all that complaining isn’t just a part of life. It’s a problem, and it can be fixed.
I want to try to stop complaining whether I wear that purple bracelet or not. I want to encourage others to stop complaining. And at the very least, I want to notice just how gold everything around me is instead of complaining about how yellow it looks.