I had kind of a similar mental exercise recently where my insurance was going to judge whether I get paid or not, and I just threw up my hands and said, "they either like the truth, or they don't, and there's nothing I can do about it so why waste the energy." I still worried about it a little bit because it was a lot of money, but I'm happy to say it didn't keep me up at night because I wasn't about to give it those precious fucks.
I’m glad you enjoyed it—thanks for the suggestion! (And I have also been on the receiving end of the “I didn’t like you at first” 😂 Badge of honor I say!)
Thanks Sarah for the practical, logical, amusing advice. Just today someone told me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t like you when I first met you.” With time, she realized that I am pretty fucking great. Apparently I am an acquired taste.
More importantly, this delightful revelation left me indifferent. It didn’t leave me hurt or happy. That felt like freedom.
Here’s to the beginnings of not giving up any of my precious fucks worrying about what someone else thinks.
"I’m working on controlling my overwhelming urge to move shit around when I’m a guest in someone else’s home." I read this...laughed out loud as in burst of laughter. I think it's because I actually imagined what you must look like trying REALLY hard not to move shit around in other people's homes!
I had kind of a similar mental exercise recently where my insurance was going to judge whether I get paid or not, and I just threw up my hands and said, "they either like the truth, or they don't, and there's nothing I can do about it so why waste the energy." I still worried about it a little bit because it was a lot of money, but I'm happy to say it didn't keep me up at night because I wasn't about to give it those precious fucks.
Spoiler: I got the $$$
Talk about a win-win!
I’m glad you enjoyed it—thanks for the suggestion! (And I have also been on the receiving end of the “I didn’t like you at first” 😂 Badge of honor I say!)
Thanks Sarah for the practical, logical, amusing advice. Just today someone told me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t like you when I first met you.” With time, she realized that I am pretty fucking great. Apparently I am an acquired taste.
More importantly, this delightful revelation left me indifferent. It didn’t leave me hurt or happy. That felt like freedom.
Here’s to the beginnings of not giving up any of my precious fucks worrying about what someone else thinks.
"I’m working on controlling my overwhelming urge to move shit around when I’m a guest in someone else’s home." I read this...laughed out loud as in burst of laughter. I think it's because I actually imagined what you must look like trying REALLY hard not to move shit around in other people's homes!
The struggle is REAL 😳