Yesterday my dog scratched my face. Totally my fault as i was trying to play with her and I accidentally hurt her paw. She had a knee jerk reaction where she turned and scratch the hell out of my face. Blood everywhere, hurt puppy (she is fine now). And it hurt.
The next day I woke up an i was self conscience of how i looked. I put concealer on the cuts (bad idea it just cakes up and still looks like a cut). I was out in the world with what felt like an ugly gash on my face.
Later in the day I took my son to the county wide science fair show, and i just didn’t feel very confident. I was trying to hide my face or not even really look or talk with anyone (which isn’t hard since I knew no one). But the point is I was uncomfortable.
And then it dawned on me as I was sitting and waiting for the kids to have their projects judged (takes for-ever), and I realized no one cares. No one I spoke with even looked me in the eye let alone at my dog clawed face. No one.
And i got to thinking about how we walk through our days, our lives thinking that other people are looking at us or judging us and the truth is they aren’t. People are just worried about themselves. They are probably worried that others are judging them. Isn’t that so silly?
What a waste of energy to worry or even care quite frankly what anyone thinks of you. You are beautiful and unique and divine just as you are. Gashes and all.
Caroline Nixon is
a psychic healer and teacher who wrote two books about what she knows.