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KonMaring Consciously - Shoes, Space, Smoke and Illusions - Day 8

 What the hell have I been doing with 21 pairs of shoes? Too much for someone who keeps wearing the same pair of sandals or goes out wearing slippers.

We are real hoarders. Understanding the value of money and being more mindful in my futuristic spends is the goal. I just realized while talking to a friend that I have reduced smoking thanks to the constant question that even though I can afford one pack what's the value of buying that pack? Does it help me in anyway except for a couple of minutes of pleasure and taste?

The shopkeeper keeps trying to sell me a full pack and I keep pushing it back. My life and health has no meaning to them, of course. :-D But it need not be the same for me.

I have 21 pairs of shoes but why? What for? Buy few things but make them memorable and usable. So many clothes and nothing to wear is a waste of time, space, energy and money. So many shoes and still picking up the comfortable slipper too is a waste of space and money.

This helps me understand one thing that when we have a constant supply of money which we feel is never ending, we end up spending mindlessly. I don't intend to be a miser ever. But I also don't want this "I will spend because I can" attitude. I would like to spend because I honestly and genuinely want to.

The funny thing is that both the expensive sandals and the inexpensive ones don't last for long. Buying expensive long-lasting sandals are a myth. Shoes are fine, though. Expensive shoes are comfortable and last long. But sandals are such a waste of money. It's just the brand name and nothing additional.

I absolutely love how I am thinking right now. It's creating a lot of space in my mind as well as my shelves.

I also realize I can easily take a roommate now. My items will easily fit into one room's closet. The illusion of having a lot was what made me wonder all this while on how to reduce my belongings to a 1BHK.

I also understand why Mom is always so hard-headed on de-cluttering the house from stuff that are no longer useful. All these things affect our subconscious mind and the energy of the place. She needs no Marie Kondo or Access Consciousness to realize this. She knows it by default. She won't be able to express it in words and write a blog post. But I swear to God this woman knows much more than she shows.

Next category? Bags and Documents.

P.S. There are just still so many clothes, although now categorized. I just washed a full load in the machine. And there's already another pile left to be washed. It's a never ending cycle.

P.P.S. I got a roommate today itself. Verbally confirmed so far from May and aligned with Owner. HDIGABTT.

P.P.P.S. I also confirmed a free client for makeover energetic shopping assistance. Verbally confirmed only. Yet to schedule. HDIGABTT.

Yesterday's client today confirmed that he is relieved of his neck pain and back pain. HDIGABTT.

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