We just came back from an amazing long weekend. We were able to spend most of it with our families and ate the best food, drank the coldest beers, and made some priceless memories. And I only have a three-day week, so it’s hard to complain!
In the midst of our weekend, however, I checked my email (why?) and noticed that I’d received a salty blog comment. I can be a bit of a people-pleasure and, at first glance, I let it bother me. The more I thought about it, however, I realized how silly it was for me to let a person I’d never met derail my weekend. I kindly responded, turned up my beer, and jumped in the pool with my niece.
At 32, I’m too old to dwell on nonsense. I don’t have time to worry about situations and people I cannot control. Here are a few other things I’ve decided to stop caring about:
Rude blog and social media comments. The blog world is highly-saturated: if you don’t like me, you’re welcome to find something else that strikes your fancy. Instead of wasting your time writing a nasty comment, wander on to a blog or person or book that brings you joy.
Making everyone happy. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea or shot of bourbon. The only person whose happiness you can control is YOURS. And we could all do a better job of it.
What others think about how I look. I’m working on my fitness and that’s all I can do. If you don’t like the way I look, that’s your problem. No more being embarrassed at the beach, or wearing sleeveless tops, or sucking in my stomach while I’m exercising.
Keeping a spotless house. This is hard for me to let go of, but, I drive myself crazy. We’re gone many weekends and both work a lot during the week. There will be laundry piled up, crumbs on the floor, cobwebs in the corner. We’re trying to live a life here.
Where I buy my clothes. So many people get caught up on labels. While I appreciate good quality, I equally appreciate a good deal. I’m always elated to share that I only paid $8 for a dress or $12 for a pair of shoes.
Snapchat. With the birth of Instagram stories, I feel like I can safely remove this from my list of things to understand.
All of pop culture. I would rather read a book or spend time with my loved ones than keep up with the Kardashians. I do not feel that way about the Housewives, however. You can always find me watching at least one of the franchises.
Always going out with a full-face of makeup. No one will care if you leave the house without your eyeliner and false lashes. Let it go, friends.
Keeping up with the Joneses. It’s easy to get caught up in page views and followers and designer handbags and expensive shoes. I’d personally rather spend my extra time with J and friends and family and buy $8 dresses so we can invest our money. It may not seem sexy, but likes and shares and adoration and free vacations are fleeting.
Making mistakes. I’m going to miss workouts. Going to eat cookies. Going to sleep too late, drink too much, spend too much, cuss, use crappy grammar (outside of work, where it’s literally my job to not). I will have moments of high-strung behavior. I will lose my patience. I will lose my keys. I am human.
Tell me: what do you no longer care about? And how was your holiday weekend? Here’s to a great week.