When my friend was little, her Mom bought a large portable trashcan and then proceeded to wheel it through the mall and out to where their car was parked.
All her friends were lined up along the mall walls, laughing at her.
No, not really.
But of course, my friend was mortified. And at that age, I would have been too if that had been my mall, my mother, and my giant trash can.
While aging has given me a sense of humor (as I now find the story hysterical), I also find that I just don’t care as much as I used to about what others think of me. When I was younger, people told me this would happen, but they didn’t do justice to the feeling that accompanies this new (healthier) mindset: freedom.
Creator of Love, Auntie.