A few months ago, I signed a No Complaint contract with myself. I actually printed it out and signed it. This contract stated that I would not complain, whine, or gossip for seven weeks. The rule was that every time I broke the agreement, I would start the contract over from day one.
Have you ever noticed how much complaining, whining and gossiping we participate in AND perpetuate? You sure would if you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t do it. By the end of the first week, I’d had to re-sign the contract every single day, and I was fully ashamed of myself.
While I’ve been making positive changes over the past several months, signing the contract has without question been the most transformative.
Until two days ago.
That whole day was shot, not to mention the No-Complaint contract.
The next day I woke up in a terrible mood again, and no matter how many ‘happy thoughts’ I tried to think, I couldn’t shake the bad ones.
Finally, it was mid-afternoon—a good twenty-four hours after my rant—that I’d had enough. I went to the Greenway and took a walk by the river. It was cold out, but I didn’t care. I needed to walk someplace quiet and pretty. After a while I finally started calming down. It wasn’t till the next day, though, that I started to feel like me again.
When I look back over the week, I’m fascinated by what a profound impact letting a little negativity back in (okay, it was a lot of negativity—all of the negativity ever, maybe) had. I hadn’t felt so bad and discombobulated in weeks.
I Sound Like Oprah
I’m certainly not trying to pass myself off as some kind of ‘centered’ and all-peaceful guru. I doubt Gandhi posted a No Complaint contract in his office.
All I know is that I’m convinced.
Why don’t you try it for a week and just see what happens? You might be surprised.
To your adventure,