Complaining Ain't goin to change a Thang!

It's cold, but I don't want to complain about it because it won't change anything other than me contributing to the negative vibes out there in the atmosphere.  I will say this though, when you turn 45, it seems that is the time when your body reacts to extreme cold in a way that you wouldn't believe.  My finger that I slammed in a door when I was 6 years old, feels like someone climbed inside of it and is chiseling away at the tendons and flesh.  It's not until I get into the warmth for about 30 minutes before it began to subsides.  My knees, Whooooooaaaaaa!  They lock up and do what they want, when they want. Running would be a nice thing to do, if I could do it.

  However, in spite of it all, I am still happy about the opportunity to be back in school and learning all kinds of cool stuff that I didn't really care about when I was 18 years old. 

Now could I complain about how much homework that I get every week?  Of course I could, but I won't! What is the use of coming to school and not expecting to learn about the subjects that I CHOSE to take. I used to hate History classes.  Now I realize that I missed a lot in my partying years.  There should be a rule that if you are too busy partying, you shouldn't be able to go to college until you are done hitting the clubs.   I am actually reading a book about the Civil War.  It's talking about the types of people who fought in the war and their personal reasons for fighting in the war, whether it was on the Union or Confederate side. I will no longer complain about those people who choose to display the confederate flag on their boats, clothing, or cars.  I respect and understand their rights to feel strongly about their views.  

I will not complain about the social issues that is going on in the world, because Dr. Morgan is giving me a better understanding of how things work in my sociology class.  I understand that uneducated theories are contributing to the problems and the only way to contribute to the conversation is to make yourself knowledgeable about the facts first. 

I won't even complain that Mr. Sweeney, my English professor,  is making me blob once a week for a grade. The positive side of this is that I love to talk, and this gives my husband a break from all my ramblings! 

So until next week......Peace out!