I think the year of 2018 will be an infinitely interesting one. Now that I’m in my 30’s, I think I generally give less shits. I mean, I still do, but I don’t hand them out to anyone and everyone. I think in my teens, I handed out 92374823715903457893465134 shits on a daily basis. How can one give so many shits? When one cares about everything and anything equally. Global warming, war, peace, my family, my friends, other peoples families, other peoples problems (you get the point). About half way through my 20’s, the number reduced drastically to…around 789. And now that I’m in my 30’s, the number is around 2-4. Although, now that I’m, you know, doing the whole marriage thing, I think wedding planning is necessarily making me increase the number to about 4-6 (I’m hoping I can figure out a way to get that number down though.)
But anyway, I find the whole process quite liberating. And FUN. I’m like hmmm….should I worry about the fact that I have a conference to speak at today, I have only 1 real business outfit, and those are capris and my legs are sort of half hairy? Nope, I already gave out 2 shits today, not giving out any more since it’s only 8am and who knows what is going to happen the rest of the day
It also helps me double down on the things I really DO care about though. I mean since I’m giving so few shits, I have to make each one count. Like a LOT. The things I care about a lot: mostly things that are in my direct control. Which, if you think about it, is not really that many things. My health and immediate environment. How I treat others, and what I chose to spend time on. What I think about.
Sort of simplifies life a lot, doesn’t it?
Happy Sunday
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