I’m called a lot of things.
Some of the labels may sound familiar to you — Type A. Inflexible. Perfectionist. Structured.
And that could be accurate because I put a lot of pressure on myself, especially when it comes to my family.
I think a lot about my husband, our kids, home, career, and future. And I try hard to do the best I can in all aspects of my life each day.
But it’s exhausting.
So there are just some things I just don’t take the time to worry about anymore.
3 Things I Don’t Give a Crap About
The older I get, the more obligations I discover. There are so many things I am supposed to do without any good reason why exactly I am supposed to do them.
So, I’ve stopped.
Like continuing holiday traditions because they are traditions and nothing else. My husband and I realized we didn’t even enjoy the traditions we were supposed to do. Our kids don’t care if we do them. Actually, it seems our kids have better holidays when we are more relaxed and enjoying ourselves.
So we have stopped doing holiday things because other people want us to and only do what we want to. And it’s great.
I’m not spending any more energy trying to fulfill made-up commitments set by someone else.
What I look like at the grocery store
I used to put makeup on to get groceries. I worried about who I would run into and what they would think of me.
Now, I am confident that my disheveled appearance disguises me. Not that it matters anyway — who is analyzing my eyeliner application over bananas?
I’m fine if I look like a zombie while on a grocery run. Call it prioritizing my resources, but I am not wasting my time.
Pressure to be pleasant
Nobody is pleasant all the time. But there is pressure on women to always be pleasant, to navigate the world daintily and dotingly.
Unfortunately, I am not always feeling pleasant. And it’s not that I am always feeling unpleasant. Sometimes, I am just neutral.
But for some reason, my real feelings are not allowed to be reflected on my face. I am just expected to smile. It’s like only being nice and agreeable is allowed.
I don’t care if society wants me to have a smile permanently etched on my face. Now, I am starting to exist more authentically, and I like how it feels.
And the list of things I don’t give a damn about anymore could go on and on, but it’s getting late. And I don’t care about the length of this list as much as I care about my sleep.
What are some things you no longer care about? Let us know in the comments below!
And for more on being yourself, see Branding Yourself: Be Authentically You.