Monday, 12 October 2015
I do not give a.......
Do you know what the best thing about being 39 is?
Do you know what the best thing about being a STRONG, confident, happy and secure 39 year old woman is?
Let me tell you.
I do not give a flying fuck.
I do not care if someone doesn't like me. (We cannot like, or be liked by everyone)
I do not care if someone cannot keep plans that we have arranged. (Plans can be rearranged)
I do not care if it rains on the school run. (So I get wet, I will dry)
I don't even mind if I step in horse shit on the pavement. (I live in a place where this happens)
I do NOT sweat the small stuff.
At 39 years old, I have found an inner peace and you know what? It is AMAZING.
How many people out there with blogs do you see who will tweet out, "So sorry I didn't blog today, guys. I got caught up at work/fell asleep/had to go out?
Why are you stressing?
What is the worst that can happen if you do not smear your words of wisdom or pictures of an outfit across the internet for a day or twelve?
I don't like cancelling plans on other people, but sometimes it has to be done and I never get upset if someone has to cancel plans we have made, we can always rearrange. It isn't the end of the world.
Of course, I stress about money, I worry about my children and right now I have a checklist for my wedding as long as my arm, but what will be, will be, regardless of how much I stress. I have learnt to let things go.
I remember in one of my first jobs, many many years ago, a colleague took an instant dislike to me. HATED ME, pretty much crossed herself whenever I walked into the room. I worried myself silly, trying to work out WHY didn't she like me. (I'm pretty awesome) WHAT had I done to make her hate me, and HOW could I make her like me. I would go out of my way to be nice to her, desperate for her to like me, and she never did.
Now at 39, I GET that we don't HAVE to like everyone, we don't even have to EXPLAIN why we don't like everyone, we can choose our friends, we can choose our enemies and not liking someone, or not being liked, is not the be all and end all.
Cry me a river, build a bridge and get the fuck over it.
This is life. This is MY life and I have realised that I cannot control what happens in the world, I can only control how I react to it.
Is THIS what people mean when they say, Life begins at 40?
Because this knowledge is powerful, and liberating.
I like it.
Let me know.
Big Fashionista x x x x
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