I didn't set a challenge for myself this past week. Last Sunday, Jeff suggested that I try "not complaining" for a change. I laughed and told him that that was the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Actually, I tried it for a day and felt like I would fail the second I opened my mouth. I had no sense of self and certainly no sense of humor. I don't consider myself a huge complainer (although, Jeff might disagree), but it's an immediate bond between strangers, co-workers and friends. Waiting on the platform you lock eyes with a fellow passenger, and say, "seriously, where is this train?". And honestly, we'd like to know, "where the F is the F-train"? But that's complaining. At work on Wednesday, our building security announced on the intercom, "We are inspecting a suspicious package on the fourth floor. Please stay calm". "Ugh, this is so annoying, I'd prefer to panic and stay alive", I say to my colleague. But, that's complaining. And our monthly girls night dinner was this week. And if you can't complain, you might as well cancel. So yeah, I was right about it being a stupid idea.