I've noticed...when I mow the grass, I sometimes complain and feel sorry for myself.
Maybe that's because I think no one will notice or hear me.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that such things are bad. But, I’ve been wondering if I need to do such things more often (no, I'm not referring to mowing the grass...). Because complaining and feeling sorry for myself seems to lead me to other things—like being more honest about the impact life is having on me. And, that seems to lead me toward compassion for the impact of life on others. I need to feel life's impact on me; feeling things keeps me alive and attentive, to myself and to others.
I need to acknowledge the basic-ness of my humanity; that I feel things, too; that I don't live above the drama of life; that I'm fully in and fully feeling the fray of human existence. Being human is what I need to most be.
Mowing the grass is really a first-world thing; so, perhaps it is really the physical labor that provides the opportunity, to complain AND to be more fully...human.
