The Toll of Complaint

The toll of complaining has finally taken its place inside me. I’m worn out and done, close to giving in, but not quite. I’ve decided to not complain and rather, move ahead and wear blinders and see bright sunsets. I mean, the lazy people say over and over “tomorrow” and “tomorrow” and they do something basic, they take a breath, and expect a participation award, after a week of not doing anything: no shopping, no love-making, no cooking, no cleaning, no personal hygiene do one little thing and are supposed to be given a standing ovation? Come on. Okay, I’m still kinda complaining, anyway, a re-evaluation of what we’d set out to do together, what we’d hoped for, and once I finish this, I shall, probably not tomorrow : ) , but soon, chart my course to move ahead.