changes 3.0: not caring

One thing I'm finding as I get older, is that I care far less than I used to.

If my hair's a mess, I'm fine.

It my outfit isn't fabulous, it's ok.

If I ask a ridiculous question or say the wrong thing, or look lost, or make a mistake . . . whatever. It's another moment that will pass.

I'm far easier on myself. Far more accepting, tolerant, empathetic. I've been letting go of negativity, self-doubt, and occasionally guilt.

It's a lovely place to not judge myself so harshly and to feel more comfortable in my skin.