Late last year as I was tearing around doing a bazillion things the radio presenters coming through my car speakers suddenly caught my attention. They were talking about letting things slide in the spirit of Christmas. People texted and called in about all manner of things they were letting slide because, well, it was Christmas.
It was fun, and funny, and a laugh, but it got me thinking. It’s almost March and I’m still thinking on it.
Let it slide.
Shrug it off.
It was a bit of a revelation let me tell you. Now, this will come as no surprise to my nearest and dearest, but I can be a bit of a perfectionist and with that comes a level of anxiety that may not be all that healthy.
But the thing is, many of the things that get me worked up are really not all that worth it. Reindeer antlers on cars for example, are they really hurting me? No, not really, so how about I let them slide. Shrug it off.
Traffic moving slowly. No way around it. Nothing I can do. Shrug it off.
Leggings worn as pants. Does it really make a difference to my day? No. Mainstream pop music is not my thing, but seriously, does it matter if someone else likes it? Nope. Shrug it off.
The way I see it, these things are out of my control. What do they matter in the grand scheme of things? They don’t. I suspect that getting worked up over some things says more about me than it does about the person or thing I find worthy of my wrath. I suspect waxing lyrical about how my music is better, my taste in books more highbrow, my clothes a better choice says more about my need for approval than anything else.
So, since hearing this I have been putting it into practice. Let me tell you, my life is a lot less angst filled. Am I an angel? No. Do I slip up? Sometimes, but I then remind myself it really doesn’t matter, and shrug it off.
Life is too short, too full, too busy to be spending it getting worked up about things that really do not matter.
Shrug it off. The weight has been lifted.
So, can you, do you shrug it off?