Who Cares

I ran out of my favorite coffee for the coffee maker, so the past few days, I’ve been making hand drips, or pour overs. It gets messy to be half asleep and do that for one cup of coffee.

My favorite has been ordered, and should arrive today. I love the fresh ground pour over method, but not first thing in the morning, when all I want is a cup of coffee. This morning I found myself feeling ungrateful over something most people have never experienced.

I-m-Not-Perfect-Sorry.

I have been reading a lot, and there seems to be a bigger trend than ever before of, “I don’t care what people think” syndrome. What people think of me is their own business. They have a right to think what they want. I am discovering my authentic self cares how they feel. It’s not so much their thoughts, as it is how they feel. I still care.

Whew! I said it. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It has been brought to my attention that I still care what people think, but that’s not it. It’s how they feel, and how I make them feel. Now, I’m getting ready to do some good preachin’, so I hope you’re sitting down.

I belong to half a dozen social media sites, and dedicate a good chunk of time helping people feel. How do I want them to feel? Loved. They are fed love, laughter and hope.

Let me be clear. What they think, and what they feel are two different things. People are quick to judge, and the Devil’s greatest tool is offense. If he can keep us feeling offended towards one another, he wins. But God says, “Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.”(Matt. 7:5)

I stopped being offended. People apologize to me over the slightest thing, that I didn’t even notice. I don’t take it personally because I have learned that their thoughts belong to them. It has nothing to do with me personally because they don’t know me at that level. How many people know me on an intimate level? Three. That number includes God.

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What people think belongs to them. People have stepped out of my life because I didn’t add up to what they thought I should be. Who they thought I was. I have no control over that, but how I make them feel is on me. Maybe I unknowingly pressed a button, and it revealed a character defect they need to work on. That is how it works for me, so you’re welcome.

I’m not perfect, nor do I want to be. I’m not interested in those who think they are.

What you read, and what you see may look perfect, but my life went through a whole lot of messy first. It still becomes messy, but I’m not here to show you that. That is easily accessed, and makes great headlines. My goal is to put the saying, “Life is hard,” into extinction. What do you see when you look at the world today? I see 48 levels of sadness.

Life is a gift. Each day God opens our eyes we should feel refreshed and renewed. To be full of what God gives us. Can you imagine asking God something and He responds with, “I don’t care.” I will unapologetically be me, and strive to become who God wants me to be. God is love. He has no conditions, and we create these rules we live by. He just loves.

Barbara is a Writer, a Mom to her 17-year-old daughter, a recent Breast Cancer survivor, and she loves God. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was the name that stuck. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life is beautiful, and an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com

3 thoughts on “Who Cares

  1. minimalistgrandma says:

    I agree!! Preach preacher! I have worked hard on not being offended, too. It’s freeing! When I was teaching teachers I used to quote Maya Angelou, “People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.”

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