trust

Today I learned that someone I used to trust said some things about me a long time ago. My initial reaction was to be quietly angry about it, and to berate myself for blindly trusting her not to talk to other people about my private business. But that connection is now pretty much gone, so it doesn't really matter. A vestigial corner of my mind wants to cringe over the myriad other things she must have said about me. But ultimately I've come to the realization that I just don't have the energy to worry, and I don't have the mind or willingness to care. I don't care what she thinks. I don't care whether anyone is going to judge me about anything I do, or the way I present myself, or my different approach to life. I am navigating my life the best I can in a way that feels true to me. I rely upon internal rather than external forces and I will not be ashamed of my progress or any of my struggles.