The Art of Not Caring (And Why I Love It)

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

You wanna know what my favorite thing about myself is?

It’s my attitude. Straight up, it’s the way I look at life these days. I’ve got that classic Gen X vibe going—raised by latchkey afternoons and “figure it out yourself” parenting, and now, I’m rocking an “I don’t give a sh*t” mindset like it’s a badge of honor.

And I mean that in the best way possible.

See, there was a time when I used to stress about everyone. Their problems. Their opinions. Their drama. I’d lose sleep trying to make people happy who wouldn’t even notice if I dropped off the face of the earth. I’d bend over backward trying to make everything “just right.” But you know what I finally figured out? That crap is exhausting. And pointless.

Now? I worry about me. My people. My dogs. My peace. I’ve learned that you can’t pour from an empty cup, and I was damn near bone dry trying to be everything for everyone else.

It’s not that I’ve turned into some cold-hearted jerk—I still care, but I’m selective now. My give-a-damn has limits. I’ve learned to say no. I’ve learned to walk away. I’ve learned that protecting your energy is a form of self-respect.

I laugh more. I stress less. I do things for myself without guilt. I wear what I want, I say what I mean, and I don’t sugarcoat crap anymore. Life’s too short to be fake or to keep playing nice with people who don’t deserve your time.

So yeah, my favorite thing about me?

I stopped giving a sh*t—and I’ve never felt more free.