I think age is really having a positive effect on me, because all of a sudden, it’s giving me this weird type of freaky clarity that I’ve never had before.
Emphasis on “weird,” for sure, because what I’m about to share with you is —really unusual for me.
Things that used to irritate me, really, no longer do.
It’s like, all of a sudden, my goat can no longer be gotten, for lack of better terms.
And I simply no longer care about the silly stuff, the trivialities that once upon a time may have bothered me.
Nope.
Not anymore.
That was so 2015.
Years and years of caring about this, that, or whatever, truly brought me to this nice little place called “I’m so over this.”
Have you heard of it? If not, then I’ll tell you exactly where it’s located.
It sits directly across from the Walgreens corner — you know the one — between happy and healthy?
And that’s because not caring has caused me to become much happier and much healthier in general.
I recently posted an article about not giving a f*** once you’re a grown woman.
I can’t begin to tell you how many women read it, shared it, or commented on it.
That, in itself, showed me something very valuable…
Valuable indeed.
We are all just really tired of giving two craps about the things that no longer serve us well.
Caring and caring to no avail is like torturous mental masturbation with no Vegas jackpot in sight.
You got the metaphor, right? Just making sure.
My days of sweating the small stuff are just o-v-e-r and it feels great.
One day you just wake up and realize the importance of the things that matter and the absolute ridiculousness of the things that don’t.
Today I am here.
So a shout out and a goodbye to:
- All the “social climbers” out there. Don’t care. Enjoy the climb. Let me know if you need a water bottle along the way. By the way, just so you know, this doesn’t count as your cardio.
- To the “one uppers”. Don’t care. Let’s go to lunch when you’re off the wheel. On second thought, let’s not.
- To the “rolodex raiders”. Don’t care and so not happening. My connections are not for sale.
- To all the newly minted “vulgarians” — (an unrefined person, especially one with newly acquired power or wealth) — I’m truly thrilled for you. But, again, don’t care. If you ever buy a return ticket home to humility, let’s make a plan.
- To the “ommiters.” Whether it’s info, an invitation, or you forgot to tell me, really don’t care. I wish you well either way. When you decide to share — I will too.
- And, finally, to my favorite group, the highly-respected (in their own mind) “namedroppers.” I know you need to do this to feel special and accepted. I get it. Your ego needs boosting, and even though I don’t need to know about Bobby or Suzie or this one or that one in our conversation — I know YOU need me to know. So here are my healing words to you: “You is smart. You is kind. You is important.” Even without someone’s name attached to your sentence. (“The Help”) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H50llsHm3k)
While we live in an era of the smart phone—sometimes we aren’t really all that smart.
When we decide to put all the pomp and circumstance aside and focus on what matters, life begins to open up in the most beautiful of ways.
My mother always says, “Keep your walls high and your circle small and focus on what you love.”
I say, when all else fails, keep calm and just smile.
Until Next Time
Love,
Karin
