Stopped Complaining (What Pegman Saw in Loxton, South Australia)

 

Joining in with What Pegman Saw fiction challenge, which brings us this week to Loxton in the Riverland region of South Australia.

Here is the photo prompt for today’s 150-word fiction:

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Today’s 150-word fiction was inspired by the above photo and this little snippet:

“Loxton is a town on the River Murray with a population under 5,000. It is a service town for the surrounding districts. The area near Loxton is a significant citrus fruit and summer fruit growing area.”

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Reminder – this is FICTION

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Stopped Complaining

(fiction word count: 150)

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Funny how it ALWAYS wanes

excitement 

after it floods 

 enthusiasm leaves

rolls away like receding water

Loxton is where I learned 

how to stop

 complaining! 

I inherited riverfront property 

instead of selling it

I took up residence 

in an empty unit 

right on the river

Ready for the next high, working around citrus fruit was appealing

12 months later?

sour 

found myself complaining

again…

damp clothes, unruly curly hair, neighbors too close… 

 excitement waned

but this time – I changed me

NOT

my setting…

pulled the plug on complaining

because it’s only draining

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Sometimes environmental changes are an absolute must

other times?

change happens within 

and gratitude training

moved me 

..

my journals are damp

because I live

and write on the river

but pages intact –

packed

with daily reminders

that help me wash away complaining 

 a trickle of gratitude

can ebb and flow

when we nurture it

and let it grow

 

 

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Author Notes

(If this section is too long for you – not too much sarcasm intended – but please feel free to skip this next part – this is just for those who want to read a little more…)

In my previous Pegman entry (here), my character was an employee starting a new business in the UK (with healing wings) – so I stayed with the idea of someone growing in their work and personal fulfillment. I remembered this girl we knew from Denver – she moved and lived on a sailboat for almost a year. She thought it would be dreamy  – but then complained her clothes were damp and her hair was unruly.  Also,  this month, I was connecting via blog with Capt Jill (here) and she sounded so content with her life path – not that it was perfect – but the way she embraced the changes spoke to me.   So this was all on my mind after I finally got back online to join Pegman (I was locked out of my blog for a few days and so glad to be back in… whew). 

Thought to end the post:

The brain learns to trigger the same neurons each time we think and assess a situation – and so our habits and patterns DO matter. The neuroscientist Hebb (1949) coined the phrase “experience-dependent neuroplasticity” to describe how thinking triggers thousands of neurons and then they all get together to form a neural network.

If we complain, it is easier and easier to keep complaining.  

If we use mindfulness to find gratitude and not let sloppy complaining take us down – we can experience more joy that goes BEYOND circumstances (something Thoreau taught us in his work – here). If someone continues to have all this self-criticism, worry, negativity and flaw-finding, or if they vent too much (yeah, venting too much is a real thing and it can take you down) the mind will more easily find that same part of the brain’s pathway, and the neural pathways assist in thinking the same thoughts again – so you choose – do you want it be complaining all the time – or cultivating some gratefulness (read more here).

So let’s just say that we need to bring every thought captive – become more mindful of what we choose to camp on because it does matter – and maybe some of us need to stop the complaining and start seeing more of what is good – because it is just so good for us. 

Care to join in with the What Pegman Saw ? go here.  

 

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I wasn’t going to include a song today, but this “What’s Up” song felt like the character in my fiction today might sing this from the small deck on the riverfront unit (thinking of the Doobsters with this song too):

 

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29 thoughts on “Stopped Complaining (What Pegman Saw in Loxton, South Australia)

  1. Having just invited readers to share a rant on my blog, I’m pleased to report that not everyone had anything about which to rant. Some people are more in tune with gratitude and for this I am grateful. I tend to agree that you get more of what you focus on, so why not accentuate the positive, as the old song said.

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    1. I agree – and I did like your wonderful idea to let folks rant – and was wondering if that will remain open for the rest of the year – like can we drop by as needed – ??
      and complaining is not an area that I have had to work on – mine is making sure I don’t let “regret” swallow me up (maybe comes from wanting to make the best choices…)
      anyhow, that is good news that not that many folks had a lot to rant about

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      1. The post will remain open for a few weeks then comments on it will close, like all my posts. As I said in share your rant post, it’s a one time opportunity…

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    1. I almost brought busboy into my fiction today – content with bride and nature and an artsy besty – but it didn’t work out so I went with the person inheriting the property –
      thanks for reading – and maybe Pegman will make a visit to your place (you should join in the challenge sometie bb)

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    1. Oh Jill – exhausting is the word that comes to mind from folks who complain – and sadly, the few I know who wrestle with this are not always open to “hear” that they struggle with it –

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    1. thanks – and the character in this story read your piece about the grocks and has decided to send the serious complainers to the beach in your story – where they can complain and bitch all they want – while enjoying the rocks and sun – with that “free towing” after the grocks come – hahhahhha (your story was so fun)

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  2. It’s a great poem, and I really loved how you portrayed “Be the change you want”.👏
    I loved your after thought section too, and it’s always amazing to read something extra. 😃
    And I loved the lines:
    “This time, I changed,
    And not the setting,
    Pulled the plug on complaining,
    Because it’s draining.”

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  3. “damp clothes, unruly curly hair, neighbors too close…

    excitement waned

    but this time – I changed me

    NOT

    my setting…

    pulled the plug on complaining

    because it’s only draining”

    (Very fitting) I’ll be the odd woman out and say that while I certainly believe “The real voyage of discovery exists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes” and “Bloom where you’re planted” I WAS NOT GOOD AT IT WHEN I LIVED IN GEORGIA. In fact, I view having had to live there as akin to a prison sentence or an additional illness, or even just simply, ‘during the bad time’. People have said to me that I’ll look back on it and see it differently. Six years, three months, and NOPE! 😛
    I did learn gratitude there, but moving back home filled my gratitude tank ❤
    Excellent writing, Y 🙂

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    1. thanks so much for the comment joey! i like the idea of a gratitude tank and again – your wisdom and life seasoning trickles out through your sharing from life experience –
      and it sounds like six years ago you knew exactly what was needed – we have jokes about “leaving Florida” and i know many folks who could not find a home there – myself included – ☀️ but do love to visit
      and did you notice the line in the above poem:
      “Sometimes environmental changes are an absolute must”
      well that was added for the exact example you gave us – and as noted – we left florida as well (adios) but then right after that we left northern california – and that time it cost us greatly – but we were on the wrong coast and also – just not home – !
      lastly – when i was a counselor in florida – many of the ladies in our department were always changing and axing things – and so sometimes people get in the ya it of changing externals rather than doing inner work! and we know someone in their early 70s who is a hot mess and looking back over their life we see one of the things they did was “bounce and change” the setting all the time…
      so for some folks – they need to be still and let roots go deep
      – other times – as we both know – it is time to relocate no matter what the cost

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      1. I’m glad you liked my comment. It was a painful learning experience for me, having believed home is where you make it. For me, NOPE, lol!
        I absolutely love that outer v inner stuff. Cut your bangs, rearrange your furniture — But, the call is coming from inside the house… 😉

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  4. This is sooo lyrical, I love it Y. And the message it carries is crystal clear. Stop complaining, start changing. Alll the answers we need lie within, don’t they. You have such a lovely way of imparting this gem of knowledge. Thank you for shining up here, again. Hope your rib isn’t too sore now. Cracking and breaking ribs is severely bad news.

    Peace amigo.

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    1. thanks for the comment K to the 2! and i am glad to be doing fiction again – even if more in prose – and actually
      glad that Pegman is open to all types of entries –
      also – thanks for checking on my ribs.
      i am on the mend – i can carry things with my left arm again – sleeping has been good for a while – and
      did a hot yin yoga class last night (you might already know but yin stretches are really
      long and deep and can be gentle) and i can almost fully lie on a bolster on my left side – the tenderness is less and sometimes my whole back seizes up – and i have to rest – and do “square breathing”
      but it is the whiplash in my neck that has been annoying the last week or two – when i got off ibuprofen – i did not realize how much it was masking the neck stuff. so i have to work with that — and thankfully we have a closet sized home sauna (near infrared) helps so
      much

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