Story of my life right now.
This may be my survival mode talking, but I've kind of given up caring. Not in the sense that I don't care about anything. I still very much care, just about certain things. I care about my husband, his happiness, his well being. I care about our relationship with each other and the Lord. I care about my little soybean. I care about the world. In a sense that I want to do my part to make it better. Not so much when it comes to other people. Because I can't control anyone but myself. But I care about keeping the world beautiful. I care about the animals on the Earth. I want to protect and take care of them. I care about my loved ones and their happiness and well being.
What I don't care about is what others think. I don't care about whether people consider me lost. I don't care if others consider me weird, or crazy. I don't care whether they talk about me behind my back. I don't even care if people like me anymore. I don't care about censoring what I say. I don't care about others opinions when it comes to my style or fashion. Call me a hussy if I wear a tank top when I work out. Okay, cool!
I've been learning what it means to be comfortable in my own skin. I've been relearning who I am. I feel I'm constantly finding out new things about myself. I'm always relearning who I am. And can I be real with you? I'm loving it. I'm really liking who I am. I like what matters to me. I like the vision I have for my life, and the direction I'm headed. And I'm sorry that I'm not sorry if someone is offended by that.