If I was to pinpoint my biggest problem and one of the things that I like least about myself, it would probably be that I care too much what other people think of me.
I’m better than I am, but it’s a work-in-progress.
Recently, when I was mid-complaint/worry on this very subject, Mr. G said something that struck me as very wise:
“They’re all just extras in your movie.”
Maybe it’s because at heart I’m just a tad dramatic.
Or maybe it’s because I frequently create and watch my own imaginary mind-movies, of which I am the main star, showcasing a range of raw emotion, all set to a deeply moving James Horner soundtrack.
Whatever the reason, whenever I’m fretting over the latest exhibition of social awkwardness or embarrassment that has or hasn’t happened; whenever I’m worrying about what someone else thinks of me and my decisions…
I try to remember – they’re all just extras in my movie.
And at the end of the day, it’s how I think and feel that really matters.
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