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There is a dichotomy I face regarding money. There's an intellectual/logical awareness about it and there is some inner emotions to be worked upon. This blog is an attempt to get the inner work done. Yes, writing works like that in healing too. Let's get started. The Intellectual / Logical Awareness- I had a conversation recently with a senior from another B-school and a pretty established FMCG company in India, who too had left her job in 2020. She told me a few things about money as follows- - People are going to tell you don't care about the money. But money is still important for living. I earn by conducting yoga workshops and DMT ( Dance Movement Therapy) workshops. It's not as much as I used to before. But it's still pretty good. And I have a rented apartment and everything. So, don't neglect money altogether. You'd need it. Her story was inspiring. It was also something I knew already. When I had told my coach back in 2019 that I never have money prob...

 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...

 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 ...

What if money weren't an object? Would we be together then, In some faraway land? Or would we work till late night, Just like we do every time? And would we say we love our jobs, as much as we love our sidelines? Would we spend so little time, with friends, as we do now? What if money didn't matter? Would we let the childhood dreams shatter?