umm, yeah...

i care.

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 obsessing over what you think about what i may say here caring that has frozen this blog. i felt that the few posted i had written where actually worth saying, saying somewhat well, and saying from me. i got great feedback in person. many were touched and enjoyed it.

and then the juice ran dry.

nothing seemed to compare to the other posts. and i worried cared about what others would think when they read what i considered writing.

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!