I have started off a new scheme. Anyone who is near and dear to me knows how much I dearly love a new scheme. I am like the Marmee in that I am ever trying to improve myself. I often do not succeed, but I do have good intentions. Of course, we all know what road is paved with those, but let's not go there.
A couple of days ago I blogged about how I am trying to live more joyfully. Well, my blog posts show up on my Facebook account. So do my tweets, for that matter. I don't know what I did to cause this, but I can't undo it. Anyway, I try to delete my posts from Facebook before anyone reads them. For some reason it doesn't bother me to bare my soul on the blog, but it makes me feel incredibly self-conscious to bare it on Facebook. Lately I have been letting it slide, however. My posts generate more comments on Facebook than they do on Typepad, and I am, after all, an attention whore. The Joy post created quite a bit of buzz on FB including a link to an article by my friend Heather*.
The article led me to an organization called A Complaint Free World. The basic gist of it is you wear a purple rubber bracelet (like the yellow Livestrong bracelets) on your wrist. Every time you complain, criticize or gossip (and I have added say a bad word) you have to move the bracelet to the other wrist. The ultimate goal is to go 21 days without having to move the bracelet.
I started last night. I don't have the purple bracelet, so I am using a black pony tail holder. I've had to move it 7 times so far. Bill and the children are taking great delight in pointing out to me when I slip up. I had to lay out some ground rules to them such as: 1. They are not allowed to purposefully make me complain and 2. I am allowed to say 'pretend' cuss words such as darn, fudge and crud etc.
I think only moving my bracelet ponytail holder 7 times in 24 hours is a pretty good start. We'll see how it goes. If you catch me complaining on the blog feel free to point it out to me.
Peace,
Wendy
*Heather was my best friend from 7th grade through midway through 12th grade. Our friendship dissolved because I was mean to her. Now, thanks to the magic of Facebook we are friends again. Heather, if you are reading this, the only thing I remember from 8th grade history is the numerous notes we passed making fun of Mr. P's lack of butt. Good times.
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