Sometimes the most beautiful opportunities bloom on the roadside where life has created a split in the road of our lives.
I stopped caring what anyone thought of me.
Most of the time you’ll do, or not do, what you want because you’re concerned with what other people think. I get it. I’ve been there many times before. So many hours are wasted thinking or even caring about someone else’s opinion about you, you become their prisoner. This holds you back.
It boils down to this. It doesn’t matter.
The only real thing that matters is what you think about yourself.
This is my life, at the end of the day, I am the only person who needs to approve of my own choices.
That does not mean that I’m not kind and I won’t try to get along with others. It only means that whatever anyone else thinks of me is not my problem.
This is what they think of me. It’s their perception of me. It’s their belief. It’s not my truth.
Now…there may be times when what they say may hurt or sting. If that happens, I’ll go within and ask “why did it bother me, was there some truth to it?” How I create/respond/react to that particular lesson is completely up to me.
Besides that, I’m not going to lose sleep over it.