I recently found myself standing in the kitchen of my office suite holding forth about a conversation in which I had participated. I called it “venting” and described the subject of my tirade as having babbled on and on about someone else’s negative outlook on life. In the middle of the tirade, I realized that I was complaining about complaining about complaining. I started to laugh. Now instead of just learning to live my life without complaining, I need to focus on living my life without negativity of any kind. That could take a little more adjustment, since people who voice negativity lurk around every corner. But more to the point: Negativity clutches my soul with its tenacious tendrils, and needs to be rooted out with vigorous effort and a sturdy spade. This should be an interesting week.