He just laughed, looked at me and said “Regan since when did you care what people think?!”
Well, um, since always… since never… I really don’t know.
For everyone there are some people who's opinion mean the world to them, that’s normal and probably necessary. For me it would be my best friends, my parents, and my boyfriend. To me their opinions matter and can change the way I act or feel, but regarding other people's opinions I’m like “I am who I am, if you don’t want this then sorry.” probably not the best attitude but it’s not like I totally blow off other people with it, I am still a nice, caring and tender person (I think). I do care for others but I try not to let them affect my heart. What matters is how Christ works through your life and that is most definitely not going to line up with how the world is going to say you need to act. But keep this in mind “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. “ (Romans 12:2 ESV)
So when is comes to caring what people think and just going ahead knowing it's what you're supposed to do... I think of flying. For me flying was something really no one did and it's just super cool to say you're a pilot! (Not to mention the amount of time and hard work that goes into being able to say that you are a pilot) Well I was so excited to become a pilot! I couldn't wait to tell people that I had signed up and was in flight classes! But to my shock not everyone responded as happy or encouraging as I thought they would. I get being afraid of flying, I've been there and I know what it's like to be afraid of heights, (I’m ironically terrified of heights), and yes I know about all the airplane crashes and the hundreds of people that have died in them, and that breaks my heart, but quite honestly I choose to look at the thrill that flying brings! The smile I always get doing a spiral dive! The amazing view I get of God's wonderful creation! What kind of life is it when you always focus on the negative or the “what if” when you can enjoy what is now and think positively! Yes hundreds of people have died from plane crashes but how many people enjoy safe flights daily?! Or how many pilots are there that have lived a good full life and die naturally in old age?! So many! I could go on forever and am obviously practiced at giving this speech haha.
I got some concerns from lots of people but they were all in love and I'm still a pilot… I'm still going because I know God has a plan with this even though I really have no idea what it is!
Learning to ignore what well meaning people say that gets you down is very hard to do. Another example was right after my mom died. I remember one lady stopping me in the street in the small town I live by and saying to me “I am so sorry for your loss. But your poor dad! Now left with four girls! That must be so hard!” That hit me like a ton of bricks! I felt like saying back to her, “oh I'm so sorry for not being a boy because I know that would be so much easier on my dad. Made I'll leave and make his life easier!”, (I didn't say anything) we politely parted ways, but after those words I felt like I shouldn't be alive because my “poor dad” had four hormonal girls now to deal with! Which it is so true that that has been difficult but you don't tell a grieving 15 year old that! I choose to not let it bother me. Chalked it up to experience in what not to say to a grieving child and moved on with life.
There are people though who's opinions matter. I was about 12 and I remember lying to my mom about stealing some cookies from the freezer. Why I didn't realize that moms are smarter than we think... I really don't know. The only reason she asked was because she already knew it was me and wanted me to confess. Well I kept saying I didn't do it and finally my mom told me she knew it was me, or something to that effect. I cringed and hung my head. Then mom said something that will forever be ingrained in my mind and was really good for me to experience, “Regan you have broken my trust that I had in you. It may take a while to gain that back.” I looked at her stunned! Those words ripped my heart in two. I started bawling begging her to trust me again. It sounds overly dramatic, but that's really how it played out! I was so utterly heart broken at the fact that my mom didn't trust me it made my word fall apart! All I wanted to do now was gain that trust back! That was so good for my young self. I cared what my mom thought about me and that made me grow into the person I am now! That is where caring what people think helps! If it moulds you into a better Christ-like person it was constructive, but if it doesn't and it drags you down leave that on the path… don't carry the burden of unnecessary cares.