I received some advice over the weekend that I loved and thought I would share. This advice pertains to a very specific situation for me, but I think it can apply to everyone.
The advice was: check your guilt at the door.
Complainers exist. They will always find something to whine about. They are the people who get the small eggshell in an otherwise flawless batch of cookies, find fault with an incredible person, and work hard to point out every potential offense that could possibly occur, even dating back years. They are the Rapunzel who complains about Prince Charming hurting her head, even though they are on a white horse escaping from the wicked witch.
My friends, check your guilt at the door.
You can never please a complainer, don't even try. Like Gangrene, it will infect your optimism and decay your well-being. It is better to amputate a complainer than to allow the bacteria to affect your life.
Now I realize that complaining about a complainer might, in essence, make me appear to be a complainer, but please observe that I am selectively complaining. Or perhaps the first symptoms of complainer syndrome actually begin by complaining about a complainer?
Nah. I'm just offering this up as a public service announcement. I can't be a complainer. I'm a writer.