I’ve…stopped caring. About things that hurt me or made me feel small or like I needed to prove myself or overly explain.
There have been these things that kept me circling in stress and anxiety in the past. Often now I think of this or that thing that used to be so triggering and I think, “I don’t care.” And I am glad. Because it’s better not to exhaust yourself on every little thing, when you need to care about yourself, your priorities, and the people and things that really matter.
I’m picking my battles, so to speak. I don’t have to care about everything to be a good person. I don’t have to make sure everyone is on the same page as me. I don’t have to right every wrong. I don’t have to think through responses to things that have happened or will happen. I don’t have to keep it all close to my heart if it’s not my bullshit. I’m done.
When it matters, it matters. When it doesn’t, I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t have to care.
Timing is everything, and when it is important to deal with, I will know.
And I am free to care about what I want to care about and not what some external force dumped on my doorstep. Nope. Don’t care.
