Instead of Complaining that the Rosebush has Thorns...

... be Happy that the Thorn Bush has Roses.

Always makes me smile :)

The first thing I heard was the whinging. Commuting to work a couple of mornings ago, I sat down in front of a loud, very bitter looking, middle-aged blonde. For the entire 10 minute ride she barely paused to breathe - too much to say about her new boss. All bad, obviously.

This triggered several memories of epic moans I've had about bosses in the past. But no longer do. Why? Because when I stopped the bitchin' I stopped getting annoyed about what I was bitchin' about. No, really, hear me out. I'm a bit of a worry wart (thanks Dad!) and in our society complaining in the norm. It's an ingrained part of the watercooler effect; it's what pours out of our mouths when we have nothing else to say, it makes us feel accepted in society. I mean, everyone does it. What is more natural than having a kvetch about your boss? Nada. Sidenote: love that word, kvetch!

The next day, I was sitting in a favourite bar indulging in my Tuesday Ritual: I pick a bar near my house and take my Kindle out for a red wine. Me, myself and my thoughts. And a notebook. I write down plans and random projects, I sometimes scribble pictures in the corners, I read my e-books and take notes. I love this ritual. Suddenly my phone rang (which is why it's usually not invited for Tuesday drinks); it's one of my closest friends.