What Other People Think

This post is mainly for me. If you don't want to read, that's okay I guess, because I'm really writing this for myself. But maybe there'll be something in here that you can use. I hope there will be. Now, here's the point I need to bash into my head every hour of every day.

For the most part, in the most general sense, what other people think about you, if they even do think about you, does not matter. It doesn't.

Now here's why I'm writing this. I think a lot, a lot, about what other people think about me. I care that they think I'm good or smart or right or any other number of things.

Even if I don't care about the person, it seems that I care what they think about me.

Even if I may never see or hear from or of that person again, I care about what they think of me.

It's wasting a lot of my extra time.

The fact of the matter is, another person cannot define my self-worth. Or at least I should not let them. It's a great way to be miserable for the rest of my life, if that's my goal. So at least I know how to head down that path, if I need to.

I don't want to go that way. I want to get on the path to better. To healthier. To saner, if that's something one should strive for. Sometimes I wonder if crazy doesn't have its benefits, but that's a post for another time.

What this post is to say is this: there are going to be people who aren't going to like me. There are going to people who don't think I'm smart or don't think I'm good or kind or something else.

And that's okay.

As long as I'm doing my best to be my best, or just simply to be better, that's enough to ask.