KonMaring Consciously - The Clothes

KonMaring Consciously - The Clothes - Day 1

So I've decided to mix KonMari methods along with Access Consciousness methods of How to Become Money Workbook and employ this KonMaring Consciously method in de-cluttering my house.

I intend to write this every day to notice the energy shifts and record the same.

Today was supposed to be day 1 and as KonMari method suggests - to de-clutter one category at a time starting with clothes.

Well, to be honest I have not started de-cluttering today. Not yet.

However, I can't help but notice myself pulling out one of the tops to wear today which I usually don't. It's a cotton semi-shirt semi-kurti my parents bought for us in 2019 from their visit to the ISKCON temple. It hardly goes with my fashion sense and I had told them not to buy anymore clothes for me.

I did get a few compliments when I wore it to office back in 2019. But the kurti mostly remains unused except for some occasions when I was pretty sure nobody I knew would wear it.

Today I find it comfortable to wear. Why have I not considered wearing it at home? This was the question I thought to myself when I picked it up to wear. Subconsciously, it was just me not willing to let it go in my de-cluttering exercise.

It's difficult to let clothes go. I buy a lot of clothes and I wear them consecutively for the next 4-5 outings I have. And once I wash them I mostly never wear them again, solely to avoid the pain of ironing the wrinkles.

I don't love my clothes enough to iron them but I love them enough to keep them as an option to wear someday while always wondering that I have nothing to wear.

I only like to wear the new clothes when I go out.

Maybe I should also look into keeping the clothes new so that I can wear them more often.

Yesterday, I also picked up an old top to wear when I went out for the movies. I don't think I look great in the top plus there's a little tea-stain there too. My ex had gifted it to me who'd really love the top. Another classic subconscious way of not willing to de-clutter clothes and trying to convince myself that they are fit enough to be worn.

No, wearing both these tops don't bring me joy at all. But maybe, I can keep them to wear at home, :-(

Letting go of clothes is tough.

I took a break to do everything in the world to avoid de-cluttering.

I finally just took the first step and that was of emptying the first closet and putting all the clothes on the queen-sized bed I don't use much. To put things in, perspective there are 9 more closets like this. This is going to take longer than I expected, much longer.

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