Things I've Stopped Caring About // CEO in Progress

Things I’ve Stopped Caring About

I’m not old, but I’m old enough. Old enough to realize that life is short, my time is valuable, and quality counts in regards to everything. There’s so many things I used to waste so much energy and effort over, that over the years have just grown too consuming to hold on to. I’ve cut myself free from so much waste in my life, and now focus just on what makes me happy and what helps me. This means letting go of a lot of things I cared about that used to weigh me down.

Things I've Stopped Caring About // CEO in Progress

The brands that I wear. If I want to wear something from Target, I will. If I find something cute at Salvation Army, I’ll wear it. If my favorite shirt is from J.Crew, that’s fine, too. I don’t care anymore if I get my clothes from the right store or have the right label underneath my collar. It’s more about what I love and fell good in.

How awkward I dance. The good-dance-gene missed my generation in my family, but I don’t care what I look like. I would rather spend a memorable night looking like a fool than waste an evening sitting on the sidelines. My favorite line lately: ‘when will I see these people again??’

If I don’t fit in to the typical mold. I think it’s the layers in a person that make them who they are. My different aspects and interests define me, and trying to cut them out to fit in a perception seems like a waste. I’ve grown to stop caring if my dreams or interest fit in box ‘A’ or ‘B’, but instead to build my own damn box.

If my hair is frizzy. It’s not straight, it’s not curly, it has a mind of it’s own and doesn’t like to be  controlled. Other people have different hair, I’ve learned to get over it. I’m grateful to have hair and have it be the wild craziness that it is.

Being around people all the time. I love alone time, but back when I was a teenager that was mortifying. In college I think that was when I really valued time alone with me. No technology or connections, but just me. Old 16-year-old self would have gone crazy, but having peace and quiet, being able to focus on me, are some of the most memorable moments for me.

What others think of me. Overall, it matters very little what others think of me. It’s not to say I can go around being a butt face or burning bridges, but if someone doesn’t like me, I’ve learned to accept it and move on. Not everyone will like me and not everyone will hate me. The best I can do is leave a good impression and not let the little things get to me.


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