about most things, i care too much. about most things, i wish i cared less. about some things, i feel like i should care more, but know i never will.
i care about my family, my friends, and yes, my pets (too much probably).
i care about our country, but not enough to follow world news and politics (i'll admit it; it either: bores me, confuses me, saddens me, or a combination of some or all of the aforementioned).
i care about my work. i love my families. i've laughed with them at their stories, cried tears of sorrow with them over death, and tears of joy over interventions.
i care about what people think about me. too much. not as much as i used to, but more than i wished that i did.
it is this
and then the juice ran dry.
nothing seemed to compare to the other posts. and i
and then i remembered: no one reads this anyway. and if they did, they can choose not too.
bottom line: i'm letting go. i'm embracing the power to not care so much about the mundane.
and it feels good!