Here is something that has happened over the last few years which is wonderful. I have cultivated enough self-esteem, self-belief and self-trust that I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about me or anything I do.
THIS is the wonderful thing about getting older (for me) – more than anything else.
I don’t care!
I know (even if I mess up) I am acting from a place of trying to be true and genuine. I am doing what is right for me and my family. I am living by Buddhist principles. I am doing my best…and therefore, I am accountable only to myself and those I love. Everyone else can just keep on moving by…you don’t like me or what I do? You don’t approve? You don’t understand? Well then, there is nothing for you here, move along now.
This has not always been the case. I’ve always, since being a kid, felt ‘weird’, ‘odd’, ‘eccentric’, ‘other’ and as a kid and a young adult often changed my behaviour to fit in as best I could. It was painful doing this, and I was often very confused. It took me thirty-something years to grow into myself. I still feel like a total weirdo, only now…I like that about myself! And…
I don’t care.
Oh, the liberation of not-caring.
“Eccentricity has always abounded when and where strength of character had abounded; and the amount of eccentricity in a society has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigour, and courage which it contained.”