32. Sniveling
I don’t know if sniveling is a real word or not. But when I get in a complaining place, or a whining place, or a poor-me place, that’s what I tell myself: “Ann—quit sniveling.”
Sometimes when I have that kind of a day I think of myself being a little like Eeyore in Winnie-the-Pooh. Remember how he’s just glum and so sure that things are not going to work out very well for him, and he wishes he knew what to do about it. Woe is me.
Well that’s a little like sniveling and I’ve learned that I want to snap out of it as quickly as I can.
