yesterday, i encountered a beautiful, radiant middle-aged woman who made a commitment 8 months ago. a commitment to stop complaining. why? because it doesn't get her anywhere. it doesn't put her above anyone else, it doesn't solve her problems and it forces her to think about the miniscule bad and forget about the immense, triumphant good. she said to me, 'all of the bad things i have are in this tiny little pile and all of the good things just keep building up, so count your blessings.'

the good almost always amounts to more than the bad, but we choose to focus on something so small that we forget about all of the things we should be grateful for. so i quit. i can only do my best, but i'm committing to counting my blessings instead of complaining.