Trina Jones
I Used to be a Miserable F*cK
1 min readMar 27, 2018

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As I sit here on yet another conference call, my ears are ready to bleed and all I want to do is complain. Complain that there is so much talking going on, complain that I could be using this hour being more productive, complain that I’m feeling burned out and this meeting is a waste of time, complain that my headset is hurting because I have been wearing it all fucking day.

But instead of complaining I am choosing to shift my perspective towards one of gratitude. I am grateful that I have a job and it is seemingly secure. I am grateful that my ears work and I can hear. I am grateful that I can speak and think and process thoughts as things are being discussed. I am grateful that I have worked hard over the years and am a leader of sorts with my job. And I am grateful that I have amazing coworkers who I also consider friends.

And I end my work day with this gratitude and my heart feels lighter and my head feels clearer.

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