The Airing of Grievances

This post is #20 in my September Writing Project. Details are here.

Prompt: What are you frustrated by?

I try to keep my frustrations to myself… sometimes I think that’s a healthy approach and sometimes, not so much. And since this tiny blip on the internet belongs to me, let the airing of grievances begin! (Festivus, anyone?)

Things that frustrate me:

People who text while driving

People who text while having a conversation with me

My inability to get over one particular phobia that I’m not sharing here because I don’t want a scary word anywhere on my website

That I can’t be as active as I once was (thanks, aging)

That the library closes early on Fridays

That I sweat a lot

Huge spelling errors on otherwise professional websites

When I’m lazy and therefore feel unproductive

When I’m too busy to be lazy for 5 minutes here and there

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Knowing that there are people in the world being persecuted for loving who they love

Knowing that there are people in the world being persecuted for being who they are

When my kids don’t pick up the tiny toys on the floor and I step on something

When I have to remind my husband more than once to clean the bathrooms (which feels a little unfair because at least I don’t have to clean them, and he never reminds me to do stuff around the house that I’m responsible for)

When my daughter gets sassy with me

That my mom isn’t here

That cancer hasn’t been cured

Watching people I love make destructive choices

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Writer’s block

That I can’t seem to find the right spot in my house to feel creative

When I stay up so late that I feel crummy the next day

That sometimes I don’t feel content, despite having everything I’ve ever wanted

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That school shootings are still a thing that happen regularly

The border situation and the lack of empathy from so many

And many things about our current administration that I’ll keep to myself

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That I don’t have more time to read

That I don’t have more time to write

That I don’t have more time to run

That I don’t have more time with my kids

That I don’t have more time with my husband

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That I don’t have enough time for it all