For many years I have patiently awaited the time when I could possibly become one of those sage women who hear things said about them and think, "Who cares?"...and actually mean it.
Case in point: yesterday I had conversation where I was the level-headed-non-confrontational-one (I know, right?! It can happen...) Despite every effort on my part, when a non-involved-third-party relayed said conversation back to me I was the "bad guy." And this is when it happened...my milestone...
I looked directly at non-involved-third-party and said, "I could not care less."
And I meant it.
And I was free.
This one moment culminated in a gift of clarity over 42 years in the making and it is this: people may
make crap up about me speak mis-truths about me and there is nothing I can do about it. People are going to derive whatever they want from me and there is nothing I can do about it. At the end of the day, if I can lay my head on the pillow, give thanks for the day and know I did the best I could...well, that's the best I can do. Worry is wasted energy and I need to reserve mine for important things, like writing four papers in 24 hours (which I really should be doing right now but as you know, faithful reader, I am a terrible procrastinator.) I am sure one would think this a terrible characteristic...
...but I could not care less.