I love myself. I really do. I'm not self-absorbed. In fact, I'm quite humble.
Sometimes.
One of my greatest assets in life is my mind. I'm a smart cookie. When it comes to real world situations that matter, I'm everyone's go-to support puppy.
However, if you ask me to solve for how many apples Katie has after Johnny eats three, I can't help you there. Actually, I don't WANT to help you. Heck, I'll join Johnny and eats the apples without a care in the world.
Math is stinky. Back to me.
The motto that has helped guide me to where I am today is: Who cares.
Really, who cares. Notice I didn't put a question mark at the end of that statement. I'm not asking who cares. I'm saying I do not care to know.
I've always done what I want because I do not give a single crap what other people think of me. I mean that 100%. If you don't believe me, ask my mom. She'll tell you.
A person could walk up to me right now and say, "Kara, I think you are the ugliest person in the whole entire world," and I'd respond with, "Cool. That sounds like a you problem."
I know who I am. I know my heart. I know my worth. I will not let anyone ruin my parade.
I don't write to get attention. I don't care about likes or shares. I don't even post this stuff on Facebook anymore. What's the point? I don't need to be directly under a 60-picture photo album of someone's grandkids.
I do this for me. I'm the author in my own story. I'm not going to let someone ghostwrite for me. It's all me, all the time.
I also give credit my leo lion side. Yeah, you probably figured that out already. My God complex likes to act up sometimes...especially when I look at myself in the mirror. Dang, I look SO good, all the time.
Once you master the art of not caring, then your life truly begins. It takes time to get there, but once you believe in yourself, nothing can get in your way.
Not even me.
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