Everyone has opinions, and like far too many others, I generally share mine. Those who love me tolerate my vocal musings because they know my heart is in the right place. Those who don't love me, well, they don't love me so who cares, right?
I get a migraine and have chest pains at the mere thought of admitting this, but I do care what others think. I care about it to a terrible fault. I take painstaking care to analyze almost every--yes EVERY--situation in an attempt to guess what someone might be thinking or saying about what I say or do. My fear of disappointing anyone paralyzes me on occasion. That's crazy, right?
Unfortunately, even at 34, my insecurities occasionally win.
I know what others think shouldn't matter; you know it, too. Funny thing about "knowing" something is that you also have to "feel" it in order for it to be true. I tell myself it doesn't matter what other people think, but we both know that's not entirely true.
As a freelance writer, whether I work or not depends on what people think. In a traditional business setting, raises, promotions and more hinge on what at least one other person thinks. The world is full of "starving artists" because of what others think.
Yep, what other people think matters ... to a degree. As with everything, though, it's the degree of separation that matters most.
If you think this blog is a horribly stupid idea created by a sleep-deprived mother--and you don't read another entry--my feelings won't be hurt (really). Sure, such opinions will mean I won't become a syndicated and sought-after blogger. But, those opinions won't lessen the quality of my life. My family will not love me any less because of what you think. My faith in God will not waiver because of what you think.
I think that's ok.
People judge everything; we are flawed. Our opinions become both our sword and our shield. In the process of opinion-sharing, feelings often get hurt ... I don't like to hurt, and I don't like to hurt others. Hurting is uncomfortable. It's messy. It's scary.
On the other hand, where pain exists there also lies opportunity to grow. Hurt can give way to discomfort, and thanks to discomfort, change can be allowed to happen. With change, innovation can take hold and unlock doors for amazing success.
May your outlook be rosy and your journey be blessed!