Unbothered

Sunday Evening at Compass

I looked over and found my 19-year-old cat sitting in a cup.

Not next to the cup.
Not investigating the cup.

In the cup.

And my immediate thought was:

Dang. When you're old, you just don't give a shit what anyone thinks anymore.

Honestly, maybe she's onto something.

Happy Sunday evening from Compass.

May we all eventually reach this level of unbothered.

— Jillian