How To Stop Giving a Shit + Other Lessons Learned at Age 26

You might be wondering how caring less and giving fewer shits (not literal ones) can possibly help someone be happier. I would have wondered the same thing a few years ago, but this past year I’ve noticed my happiness and confidence in myself actually increased once I stopped giving a shit. And I’m here to tell you how you, too, can care less and live more.

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In the words of Aladdin, do you trust me? Then hop aboard my carpet and let’s go for a ride.

(Phrasing was off on that one, I know. Don’t be weird about it.)

How To Stop Giving A Shit + Other Lessons Learned at Age 26

Something interesting happened to me when I turned 26.

One day I woke up and decided to throw all caution to the wind and simply give less shits.

“I’m 26 now,” I said to myself. “I’m sick of wasting my time worrying about what people think of me, so I’m stopping that shit. Today.”

And I did.

I started caring less about what people thought of me.

I started caring about what other people thought of me less, which explains the increased frequency of days I roll into work with unwashed hair and Didn’t Shave My Legs boots.

Is this the most professional thing to do? No. Do I give a shit? Also no. Gone are the days when I feel like less of a team player in all walks of life because I’m not 100 percent put together all of the time. I can be professional with a little extra grease in my hair and a little less makeup on my face.

I started loving myself more.

Once I started caring less, I started loving myself more, which explains the increase in food and exercise that makes me feel good and throwing a big ol’ middle finger to those that don’t. I’m looking at both of you, beans and bench press. (This would be a good blog name for strong people who don’t mind gas. Consider this your permission to steal it as long as you thank me in your bio.)

I started cherishing and embracing aloneness.

Lastly, after turning 26, I started craving and relishing in my aloneness, which explains the utter joy I feel when I know I have a hour or two to myself to watch all the Great British Baking Show, New Girl, Grey’s Anatomy or This is Us that I want while painting my nails a spicy shade of red and probably eating cookies.

As we get older, aspects of our lives change on top of aspects of our personalities, and as much as I miss my old college days, I wouldn’t trade them for who I am today.

A 26-year-old strong as hell female who doesn’t give a shit about what people think of her, doesn’t stress if she’s in on a Friday night and honestly couldn’t care less about constantly staying busy and loaded up with plans because, to me, stillness is a gift.

I say that, and I mean that.

To my core, I know that my Give a Shit Garden is bare, not producing a single crop for someone to creep over and take away.

Comparison is the thief of joy, and people and thoughts that don’t matter are the thieves of my crops, so I stopped growin’ ’em.

If this doesn’t make any sense, it won’t hurt my feelings if you tell me. One, cuz I don’t give a shit! Two, because you wouldn’t be the first person to ask me to stop speaking in metaphors. 

All of this is to say that I am secure.

When I turned 26, I felt a shift, not only in aspects of my life but aspects of my personality and instead of avoid the changes or hide in fear, I embraced them and it yielded who I am today.

And I really, really, really like her. And I love her.

I am secure with who I am and where I am, not only because I have to be but because I genuinely am. 

If there’s one lesson I have to share with all of you, it’s to simply stop giving a shit. Wake up in the morning and love the shit out of yourself, don’t wash your hair if you just don’t feel like it or if it takes away precious time you’d spend writing or cuddling the pets. Feed your body with foods that make you feel good and ditch the diets that make you eat cruciferous vegetables in place of a carb because cruciferous vegetables make you bloat and not all carbs are “bad”. Embrace your occasional aloneness. You might not have roommates anymore or you might be living with a partner, and its’ okay. It’s okay for life to change, and it’s okay for you to be okay with your own company when you’re not out there painting the town red.

Plant the crops that bring you joy. If I were speaking in metaphor, I would say to till only the crops that you like to eat and fuck everyone else’s tastes and you might say, “Way harsh, Tai Kaitlyn,” but it’s not really.

This is your life. Yours. Make it great. Make it loud. Make it greasy. Make it all for you.

How To Not Give a Shit

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6 Comments

  1. January 29, 2018 / 9:39 am

    This is great. One thing I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older is to do what makes you happy. Sounds so simple but it’s easy to be like “well everyone is doing X so that must mean I have to do X”. In reality id everyone is doing X but you hate X then say screw it and do Y instead.

    • Kaitlyn @ Powered by Sass
      January 29, 2018 / 12:57 pm

      Love that. I feel like that’s been my motto as of late! Happy you know what’s up. 🙂

  2. January 29, 2018 / 10:35 am

    That “give a shit garden” line cracked me up, good for you girl! I definitely feel I have gotten more comfortable with myself and confident as I have gotten older. One thing I have learned as I have gotten older is to embrace what you love, rather than what you think you should. Have a good one!

    • Kaitlyn @ Powered by Sass
      January 29, 2018 / 12:59 pm

      Love that! Embrace what you love rather than what you think you should. Such good advice! And I’m happy the shit garden comment resonated with you! Haha

  3. February 1, 2018 / 7:11 pm

    LOVE THIS! I had the same amazing revelation at 25. I literally woke up one day and was like … huh, I just want to do stuff for me… and if that means not drinking at a Happy Hour, staying in on a Saturday, taking myself out on a solo date, or wearing a bra in my cycling class showing a few rolls because I’m sweating balls … I really don’t care hahah. It’s actually insane how much brain space used to be taken up by me caring what others were thinking! Live is SO much easier and carefree since I made that realization!

    • Kaitlyn @ Powered by Sass
      February 2, 2018 / 9:05 am

      OMG YES TO ALL OF THAT, especially the brain space! Life is so much more freeing when you’re just like, “Eh, yeah, here I am. Take it or leave it.” I’m so happy you experienced what I think to be the best revelation of all. Do what makes YOU happy. Always! Thanks for your comment, Sarah!

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