KonMaring (Un)Consciously

KonMaring (Un)Consciously - Day 9 and 10

Okay, this entire de-cluttering exercise hasn't been a roaring success. Not yet. The donation bags need to be relooked at again. I am kind of running out of clothes to wear in this attempt of minimalism. I haven't fully adopted the Spark Joy or Access Consciousness method too. I will recheck the bags and perceive the energy the next time.

The good thing that has come out of this as that my stuff now takes up space in one room only.

De-cluttering of bags is done. It is quite evident that I will not use some bags no matter how good in shape they are. They need to be donated.

De-cluttering of documents and other items is to be resumed once I am back at my place. I am writing this from my sister's place now.

How are the energies these two days?

Yesterday was fun. Also, there was an automatic decluttering that happened- the exact thing I was writing about in 2 blogs or more. If this remains that way, it would be a huge outcome of this entire KonMaring exercise. I'd be glad and it'd be a blessing. This couldn't go easier.

Today I am not feeling well. I've a headache. I don't remember the last time I had a headache like this. Got a lot of work done in the morning nevertheless. I am highly caffeinated with 4 cups of tea or more. My routine is messed up today. My body is not very happy with the messed up routine. I am in zero awareness/conscious phase today. We will start afresh tomorrow. Today is cancelled.

Why did I say yes to being a PR person? I have no clue. I was just checking it out I guess. Let's see what becomes of it.

I am looking forward to tomorrow's Theta Healing session.

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