When I arrived into my thirties, like a lot of women I know, I experienced a dip in the amount of energy I found I had to allocate to fucks being given 
Since then, I've noticed a number of Eureka moments when Ive realised, "turns out, nothing bad happens if..." and they are for the most part, joyful.
Here are a few of my favourites (personal to me, obviously, I'm sure people in other circs will disagree):
Turns out, nothing bad happens if you don't iron.
Turns out, nothing bad happens if you don't mow your lawn (literally or figuratively).
Turns out, nothing bad happens if you don't wear a padded bra (because I spent my twenties sadly trying to enhance my non-existent norks because "men would notice").
Turns out, nothing bad happens if you wash your hair with shower gel.
Turns out, nothing bad happens if you don't do a patch test 24 hours before colouring.
HBU?