The beauty of getting older is the white noise of others’ opinions about what we’re doing seems to get less audible with each passing year.
Maybe it’s because we begin to care less what others think of us or I’m going deaf. Either one works for me.
Because it sets us free to go after our intentions with fervor and passion. Who couldn’t use that?
Maybe it’s wisdom, confidence or an “I don’t give a _______” attitude. It doesn’t really matter.
The truth is, no one cared about what we were doing in the first place. We only thought they did.