Dang! I said, as I stumbled and grabbed the windshield on the back of the car. “If I had known this artificial knee was going to be this much trouble, I would never have gotten it!”
Ouch! That was a complaint, eh?
My client who was walking beside me, caught my elbow and righted me. I smiled, with more than a little chagrin, and got into my car. I sat as quietly as I could, letting that little moment of negatitivty release from my consciousness. Yes, I had uttered a complaint. I felt the brief wave of defeat waft over me.
But I let it go. It had been a long day, I was tired, and I put just the tiniest speck of gripe out there. Had it been a bigger burst, I might be justifying it but instead, I’m learning and remembering why I started this journey.