I’m going to be completely honest here but just recently I hit a little speed bump. Not the one near the Aldi carpark, but rather a speed bump of the mental kind.
Throughout our pandemic-induced, self imposed lockdown without it being a formal lockdown, I have to admit, I enjoyed being at home.
I grew very accustomed to a blank diary. I enjoyed not having any after school activities to race off to, not having the subsequent juggle of dinner preparations pushing the nightly routine out of whack. I loved the calmness that descended on my home.
I enjoyed not having to be anywhere. No pressure to do anything but just be.
Time to contemplate, time to reassess, time to reset.
Slowly our world has started resuming to some degree of normalcy. With this “new normal”, there still hangs a huge amount of uncertainty. There is trepidation as we venture back into a new way of living. Some things aren’t the same, and may never be.
Once the borders opened up, I think my mojo decided it was time it took a little vacay. And so off it went.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was it the post-Covid blues? Was it the grey of our coldest season hanging above me? Was it some weird lunar phase tripping up my vibe? Maybe a combination of all of the above. Or was it something simpler?
Well, I think today I may have found my answer. And it lays in my freshly laundered underwear. Metaphorically that is.
You see, as the cold, wet, bleakness of winter (my least favourite season of all) set in, I moved my clothes airers to the living room. There they sat, within about 20cm of my desk and right behind my couch where I caught frequent whiffs of OMO as I reclined in front of the telly. My Bridget Jones undies hanging from the devices like the DynaRig on the Black Pearl. My unprepossessing bras suspended right under my nose. Unable to get to my windows without doing a complicated shuffle between clothing and contraptions, it was the only place I could capture the minimal sunlight entering my property while taking advantage of the ducted heating vent above.
Today, I decided to relocate the internal laundry and almost instantly, I have become inspired and invigorated. My creative space has been cleared and with it, my mind has awoken.
A simple declutter of a small but busy area has made an enormous difference to my thought processes. OK, so maybe winter, Covid and the planets played a part too, but just a small change has placed me on a new trajectory.
If you’re feeling a little stuck right now, try making your own small, physical change. A tiny adjustment may be just the ticket to get you back on track.
Take a step back, look around and reimagine your space. Clear the clutter. Clear the chaos. Create some calm.
And get those undies out of sight.
Enjoy the lightness of less.
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