“No one else cares. Why should I?”

Those words echoed in my head as I stood in front of a sink full of dishes.

I found this same phrase echoing in my head as I tried to restart my fitness routine so I can run a race in a few months. “No one cares. Why should I?”

Why start something when you know you have a horrible track record of failing?

Why do something when it doesn’t seem to matter?

I have had enough successes that I have felt the fire that comes from doing your best.

Some times, not succeeding makes those small victories so much sweeter.

Why care when no one else does? If you don’t care, who will?

As an adult, a parent, a coworker, etc., one of my roles is to be an example to those around me. Some times I do things I think no one cares about because they are watching me. They will have to know how to do it or at least be unafraid of doing whatever it is.

Now that some of my children are in college, I know how some of my habits influenced them. While I tried to “care,” I complained while I “cared.” And seeing my lack of action to stop the complaining by addressing the problem directly impacted some of their actions.

Since the pandemic, I have had to relearn how to truly be myself. I do mess up — I messed up a lot. But I am trying to catch myself from falling into the same traps I fell into before. I’m trying to make progress toward who I am meant to be.

Why care when no one else does?

Because someone does care, but can’t express it. Someone does care, but hasn’t been taught how to deal with the issue in a productive and positive way. Someone does care, and is watching you as they gather the courage to do it themselves.

Don’t let your mess impede on your progress.

Keep caring.

November is usually a month in which writers try to write a novel in a month. I am going to blog on a more regular basis as a way to express myself creatively. I hope you take time out of your day to do something that brings you joy. Until next time …