There comes a time in your life when you just don’t care what other people think of you. At the grand age of 54 (and a half) I’ve reached it!
These are some of the things which have led me to this conclusion:
- I was in the gym today, having a cappuccino and reading a magazine; in other words, not actually exercising. Did I feel the need to offer an explanation? No.
- I don’t care who sees me without make up
- I buy what I like to wear – whether it be in fashion or not. In fact I have a wardrobe full of what could be deemed as inappropriately fluffy items of clothing which make me look like a hamster, but so what!
- I sing out in choir, whether I’m confident I know a piece or not, I don’t mind getting it wrong. It’s not a crime, it’s a song.
- I wear ugly shoes for walking.
- You can’t make people like you, and if they are gossiping about you, then at least they are leaving someone else alone.
- I buy loads of things from charity shops and don’t care who knows it.
- I blog (gotta be thick skinned to do this!)
- When I feel the need to wear sequins, I do, whether it’s Christmas or not.
- When I feel the need to stay in my PJs, I do.
- I don’t feel peer pressure to have an extra drink, stay up late, have the latest phone, run a marathon or whatever.
- I don’t brush my hair very often and don’t care how wild it looks.
Why on earth it’s taken this long, I have no idea, but it’s a good place to be.