Driving into work this morning I started to ask myself, ‘Why do I do the things I do?’ A broad question I know, but this wasn’t the time for deep thinking. I’d had a late night and a screaming 3 year old who does NOT like sun cream ( I started this post when it was hot, apologies if it’s raining now.)
I came to the conclusion that a lot of what I do is to get other people to ‘like’ me, to judge me in a positive way, to ‘approve’. I realised that I spend a hell of a lot of time ( way too much) worrying about what was going on in other people’s heads. Seeing this written down makes me realise how ridiculous this is. I can’t control what they think. I can’t see what they think. And how presumptuous of my ego to even think that I’m important enough for them to spend more than a nanosecond thinking about (or judging) me. What’s more likely is they are going around thinking exactly the same about themselves. So it seems quite surreal that we are all wandering around, going through our day, worrying about what’s going on in each other’s heads, when in fact we shouldn’t give it a moment’s thought.
Barefoot Daddy 