Complain

Gosh I’m bored of my inner voice that loves to complain. "This isn’t good enough, that’s not right, I’m cold, I'm tired, I’m scared.” Without brightsiding, I don’t want to ruin my own existence with pettiness, cynicism or fear. I heard my inner critic complaining loudly while doing a rare-for-me-yoga class, on a deck overlooking a beautiful bay. Seriously, how ungrateful? Ungrateful, pointless and relentless. It’s a mission to change mindset. To find peace in the gap between how I might wish me or the world to be and how it is, and to see and accept that.