What people think of me. Used to stress over every little thing. Now I’m just like, whatever, not everyone’s gonna like me and I am not gonna like everyone either and that’s okay.
Money and this was a big one and probably the most important one for many people. This world does not run on money in the way that we have been programmed to believe. It runs on frequency. Money is just the echo of a well signaled frequency. Even if you think you have no money in the 3rd dimension, it doesn’t matter, because the physical world is the past of the projection of consciousness from your mind (phrasing). It’s not about being a millionaire (I know, I know, easy to say that when you are one and others aren’t) but it’s about the spiritual wealth you have and the abundance vibration you carry. Poverty is a mental disease rooted in fear and lack. I know you’ve probably heard this before, but it’s something that really doesn’t click until you’ve ran through poverty so many times that you start to wonder “why is it that I let a number on a computer screen dictate what is going on in my life?” And then that number no longer has a hold on you. That’s when you’re free, and with that freedom comes power, and with those powers comes… domination.
Definitely what other people think and if someone likes me. I had always wanted to dye my hair blue but was worried about what people would think. A few years ago, I snapped at work and went straight to my hair dresser. I have not regretted it once. Not everyone likes it but that’s okay. I didn’t do it for them. It’s for me. 💙💙
Being nice all the time to everyone. It’s exhausting. I’ve realized I can still keep it classy and I can be respectful in my demeanor and approach, but I can also shut shit down and move on. I can’t control other people’s reactions or manage their feelings. If they are mad, let them be! If their feelings are hurt, I’m sorry but it’s not my job to cater to them! If this makes me less likable because I’m not a “yes woman”, let it!
Underarm hair. It’s summer, it’s hot as fuck, and if I am wearing a sleeveless top and I haven’t shaved in a couple days, I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t care about stubble anymore.
I guess I would care if it’s been longer than that. Plus, I feel like having more hair in my underarm would contribute to underarm odor. Don’t know if it’s true or not but hey, that’s where my thought process is.
I used to either hop in the shower to shave real quick or change my outfit plan for the day.
Whether or not I’m going to feel like crap in the morning because of drinking. From just a mild headache to a full hangover, I don’t worry about that anymore. It’s nice.
Telling people I disagree with them. If they started the conversation, and they’re saying things that I disagree with, political or otherwise, why can’t I share my opinion too?
Used to bug me. Lately realised when I was out with them again that I hate being a part of those conversations anyways and maybe it’s time to take some distance from these people myself. Good friends wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Quality over quantity. Good friends will include you and listen about your boring day. Bad friends will leave you out often, talk about you, judge you and still be nice to your face and invite you the odd time to keep themselves in the good books.
Bonus points if you are chronic overthinking and people pleaser. If they know this they will know their power and that you will forgive them time and time again for their shitty actions. Not anymore. Life hasn’t been better.
I used to worry about a friend of mine all the time. I was so hyper focused on making sure he was ok. I don’t care anymore. His life is his life and if he fucks it up that’s on him. This feeling is so freeing and taught me that worrying about others is a waste of energy.
Literally everything all the time. I started anti anxiety/depresion meds after having my baby and im no longer spiraling in my head. I understand that everything is a learning lesson. I let him figure things out that i would never have been so chill with my nieces and nephews.
Also cutting out horrible family members, not giving them power has greatly reduced my inner monologue being their nasty voices.
Surrounding myself with funny things or improvement books/podcasts. This really helped with my night terrors too.
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What people think of me. Used to stress over every little thing. Now I’m just like, whatever, not everyone’s gonna like me and I am not gonna like everyone either and that’s okay.
Money and this was a big one and probably the most important one for many people. This world does not run on money in the way that we have been programmed to believe. It runs on frequency. Money is just the echo of a well signaled frequency. Even if you think you have no money in the 3rd dimension, it doesn’t matter, because the physical world is the past of the projection of consciousness from your mind (phrasing). It’s not about being a millionaire (I know, I know, easy to say that when you are one and others aren’t) but it’s about the spiritual wealth you have and the abundance vibration you carry. Poverty is a mental disease rooted in fear and lack. I know you’ve probably heard this before, but it’s something that really doesn’t click until you’ve ran through poverty so many times that you start to wonder “why is it that I let a number on a computer screen dictate what is going on in my life?” And then that number no longer has a hold on you. That’s when you’re free, and with that freedom comes power, and with those powers comes… domination.
Money.
Besides other people’s opinions? Missing out on gatherings. Now I’m happy to stay home. I don’t like scheduled weekends.
How I affect others by just being me.
Definitely what other people think and if someone likes me. I had always wanted to dye my hair blue but was worried about what people would think. A few years ago, I snapped at work and went straight to my hair dresser. I have not regretted it once. Not everyone likes it but that’s okay. I didn’t do it for them. It’s for me. 💙💙
Being nice to everyone
Failing. Now I understand that failing is just part of figuring it out.
Money
Making every single person happy. Done.
Being nice all the time to everyone. It’s exhausting. I’ve realized I can still keep it classy and I can be respectful in my demeanor and approach, but I can also shut shit down and move on. I can’t control other people’s reactions or manage their feelings. If they are mad, let them be! If their feelings are hurt, I’m sorry but it’s not my job to cater to them! If this makes me less likable because I’m not a “yes woman”, let it!
My future
Underarm hair. It’s summer, it’s hot as fuck, and if I am wearing a sleeveless top and I haven’t shaved in a couple days, I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t care about stubble anymore.
I guess I would care if it’s been longer than that. Plus, I feel like having more hair in my underarm would contribute to underarm odor. Don’t know if it’s true or not but hey, that’s where my thought process is.
I used to either hop in the shower to shave real quick or change my outfit plan for the day.
Offending others with my strong opinions.
The feeling of stress
Having to watch over my shoulder. I grew up in a toxic environment.
What mood my dad would be in when he came home.
It sounds worse than it is but since I moved out at 18 noone ever comes into MY home mad at me for no reason.
Ageeee omg . Now I loooove LOVE being in my late twenties omg I feel younger and funnier and more confident than EVER A
Money.
My weight. Life is too short to not eat French fries or donuts. Living my best life nowadays!!
If a man is cheating on me.
My body image. Okay, i am not skinny. But boy I got curves. And I like that.
I used to worry about having everything figured out by a certain age. Now, I’ve accepted that life’s messy and that’s totally fine.
Whether or not I’m going to feel like crap in the morning because of drinking. From just a mild headache to a full hangover, I don’t worry about that anymore. It’s nice.
People’s opinion about my life and introversion. I just let them be — people!
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Staying friends with someone bad for me. I usually cut them off and when or if they freak out i just shrug and go about my ways.
Quicksand and interest – respectively death and money wise
When my period will be coming
Telling people I disagree with them. If they started the conversation, and they’re saying things that I disagree with, political or otherwise, why can’t I share my opinion too?
Stretch marks. Got them all over the body, but turns out no one really cared so I stopped being paranoid too.
Friends leaving me out.
Used to bug me. Lately realised when I was out with them again that I hate being a part of those conversations anyways and maybe it’s time to take some distance from these people myself. Good friends wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Quality over quantity. Good friends will include you and listen about your boring day. Bad friends will leave you out often, talk about you, judge you and still be nice to your face and invite you the odd time to keep themselves in the good books.
Bonus points if you are chronic overthinking and people pleaser. If they know this they will know their power and that you will forgive them time and time again for their shitty actions. Not anymore. Life hasn’t been better.
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I used to worry about a friend of mine all the time. I was so hyper focused on making sure he was ok. I don’t care anymore. His life is his life and if he fucks it up that’s on him. This feeling is so freeing and taught me that worrying about others is a waste of energy.
Hell
Literally everything all the time. I started anti anxiety/depresion meds after having my baby and im no longer spiraling in my head. I understand that everything is a learning lesson. I let him figure things out that i would never have been so chill with my nieces and nephews.
Also cutting out horrible family members, not giving them power has greatly reduced my inner monologue being their nasty voices.
Surrounding myself with funny things or improvement books/podcasts. This really helped with my night terrors too.