Zero F*cks Given

Life's too short to care about everything.

Tonight, I came up to my bedroom to do my hot girl walk on my walking pad.

(hair toss, check my nails)

As I changed out of my work outfit and into something more comfortable for walking, I decided to just… not wear pants. I get so hot when I walk and why go through the hassle of getting into a second whole outfit when I’d be taking a shower after anyway. So, I put on a t-shirt and my walking shoes and got to it.

Halfway through my walk, I looked down and laughed out loud at myself. What in the world was I doing?! I looked like a crazy person! But I didn’t really care. I give zero fucks about how I look when I’m moving my body. It’s hard enough to find the time and the energy. I can’t be bothered with pants.

As I walked, I thought about other things in my life that I give zero fucks about. The list is getting longer the older I get, and I kind of love that.

I don’t give a fuck…

…about politics at work. They don’t pay me to pet your ego. They pay me to get my job done.

…if I have the hobbies of an 80 year old grandmother. If it brings me joy, I’m gonna do it.

…about what I wear. Is it too young for me? Too old? Too casual? Too nice? Too trendy? Too outdated? Don’t care. If i feel good in it, I wear it.

…when I wake up in the middle of the night. I used to worry and bemoan my terrible sleep patterns. But I sleep how I sleep. If I need a nap when I get home from work, so be it. If I need to go to work with three day hair in a ponytail because I slept in a little, it’s not the end of the world. I feel fine. I just sleep weird.

…about explaining every decision I make. It takes too long, and I’ve probably moved past it already.

…that I love tacky yard art like gnomes and giant metal flowers and tie-dye butterfly balls and wooden signs that say “Take your shoes off and stay a while!” I keep it mostly in my backyard but it’s started creeping into the front and I kind of love it.

…if I read my Bible or go to church services. I know and love God and he knows and loves me. I’ll read and fellowship when I feel the pull, but otherwise, I’ve given up the guilt of what my faith should look like.

…if the grass looks greener in someone else’s yard (metaphorically speaking because I actually get very jealous when someone has a super nice yard and ours looks like a desert). If I took the time I spent envying someone else’s grass and watered my own instead, my grass would be beautiful. Eyes on your own self.

…a skincare routine. SPF moisturizer in the morning, as little make up as possible, and a Neutrogena make up wipe at night and I’m good to go.

…about taking time off work. I have it to take. I’m a good employee. I actually find I get more done when I regularly step away.

…about what my children do after I go to bed. Are they sleeping? On their phones? Playing video games? Eating a bunch of junk food? Staying up too late? Don’t know. Don’t care.

…about finishing a book I’m not enjoying. Life’s too short for bad books.

…if everyone in my family likes what I cook for dinner. Eat a healthy substitute if you want, but I’m not making it.

…about fighting every battle. Sometimes you can just let things go and life goes on.

In the past few years, I’ve given up quite a lot of fucks, actually. And it’s so liberating. Every fuck weighs a fuck ton, you guys. And when you set one down, you have so much more room in your life for things that bring you joy and peace.

Give up your fucks, imaginary friends. It’s okay. The world will go on, I promise.