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KonMaring Consciously - Clothes and Surprises - Day 5

 I am loving it now. This entire exercise is getting so much fun that I skipped lunch to pursue categorizing of clothes a little more. The amount of clothes I now have to donate is giving me sheer joy too.

There's some satisfaction in giving. When we give to others we actually give to ourselves. When we help others we actually help ourselves. But we need to give without expecting things in return. Expectations can only brew discontentment and complaints. Unconditional giving creates so much joy and mental space.

And guess what? I finally had the energy to empty the remaining closets too. The only thing remaining is emptying two suitcases and I am sure I'll do that by the night is over.

What surprises did I find? A beautiful dress that comes with the tag which means it was never worn. Not sure who bought it. Don't remember myself buying it because it is not even my style. But I can wear it in Goa. Anything goes in Goa. All body image issues disappear in Goa. 

I asked my sis if it was hers. She said no. I can only ask two more people but it's not their size. I pray it be something I bought online and never tried on. I'll probably never find out.

I also found a pair of heels I bought last year but forgot totally about it. I could have worn them in one party I went to in the month of Feb, when I was looking for heels to wear but could find absolutely nothing. I wore my boots that day. They're painful to walk in.

So, yes there's been a lot of joyful surprises today.

What are the energies today? It's a bit bipolar.

A lot of discussions happened over twitter - one with a 50 yo and another with a 20 yo. Both gave me lessons.

The 50 yo person, who is also a coach for entrepreneurs and a PHD Candidate, told me about building our muscle of choices. How what we read, what we write, what we consume, everything becomes a choice we make. We can choose to not read all the hate comments people throw at us, directly or indirectly. He also spoke about how guilt is something only we can feel and no one else can make us feel that until we allow them to.

In Access Consciousness, guilt is called a distractor implant - a distraction from being you and achieving what you want to. We guilt ourselves into not being who we truly want to be. Hence, we guilt ourselves into not becoming greater.

This is similar to shame. People shame you to control you. Here's a thread I had written a few weeks before - Agendas behind Shaming

But the best part what the 50 yo person told me, on a separate tweetversation (conversation over tweets :-D), was that the older we become, the more experiences we have, and these experiences help us see the possible futures and hence, reduces anxiety of uncertainty.

I think that's profound. Anxiety reduces when we are not afraid of uncertainty, when we know that in the end there are certain ways how we will be saved in the future.

Overall, I liked the energy because he seldom replied to my tweets before. :D

The 20 yo reminded me of my younger days. He and his friends are excited that they will soon become adults and earn money. Adulting is fun, they said. I understand them. Financial freedom is the best. When we are young, full of hope, dreams, time and energy, the only thing we lack is money. I was working multiple jobs when I was in college too. I was involved in the start-up called UnikCards. I was a sales agent for Amway or the likes of it. I was tutoring students of class 9 and 10 on physics and mathematics. And, I was also blogging and earning money from writing and blogging. Life was great. Money buys you freedom that way, and also the luxuries you can't afford otherwise. I used to have meals and treats in Mainland China which was a big deal at that time.

Today, financial freedom is still the reason why I can be who I am unapologetically. I cannot not have money. Being from a middle-class family, money buys you freedom, reputation, trust and all the luxuries you want. I love having money. I'd never think of taking the plunge into the unknown if I didn't have money. Last year, I paid off my loans and I felt it's time to start life afresh and see what's possible. Money will come one way or the other. If I had earned before I can earn again.

So, yes, I am in love with the energies today. Today seemed like a good day, a great day, a gift of many things - materialistic and otherwise.

I thought it would be difficult to go through other days of Konmaring Clothes, but today was easy peasy. I have some clothes to iron, some to donate, some for beach wear, some for party wear, and the formal clothes to be kept neatly for the future only. Blessed.



P.S. Dr. Gaurav Deka coincidentally posted on similar lines about shaming today itself, on how people shame you because you are different and you don't belong to their group anymore.

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