caring

Caring is a beautiful thing. It's what builds relationships. It's what defines our character. It's what makes us human.

However, sometimes it is not caring that releases us.

Not caring if the carpet gets dirty (because our vacuum is broken).

Not caring that we haven't showered today.. or yesterday.

Not caring if our professor gives us an A-, B+, or B on our best effort project.

Not caring if it's sunny or if it's snowy outside.

Not caring that we're not wearing the trendiest item (especially if it's a weird knit ear warmer headband with a giant flower on the front).

Not caring that a boy we really cared about stopped being a good friend.

Not caring that we're not brave enough to try the jumps and rails that everyone else is trying.

Not caring if we're not the fastest runner in the race.

Not caring if our stomach is a little bit chubby.

Not caring that we're wearing leather grandpa moccasins rather than cute high heels to school every day.

Not caring that we've been eating micro-waved leftovers for two weeks rather than cooking something new.

Don't get me wrong, I still consider myself a caring person. I still care about the most important things in life. But as far as some things are concerned,

sometimes

it just feels good

to not.