So yet another brand new year had come hurtling along. Usually my resolutions hardly ever make it past the first couple of weeks. But I had decided that 2014 was going to be dynamic! Those early January days might seem like a waste of time, but I believe that if nothing, they’ve added a tiny bit of growth to my slow-in-progress evolution. Now as I’d hit the 40s, and after two doctors had discreetly mentioned ‘menopause’ as probable causes for my random symptoms, I figured it was time to bring push to shove.
I started to take my writing seriously and completed a song writing course with commendable grades. Okay, here I need to mention that I have previously had quite the reputation for leaving things halfway without any remorse or regret. That had changed with the completion of this course and it was an achievement in itself. Another major change in the offing was attention to health. So even though I practised yoga in the mornings, I added evening walks to my schedule a few times a week.
January passed, things were rolling along smoothly and I got a wee bit smug. Then came the epic fall! Literally! Yes, I fell down a flight of steps for no apparent reason. As I went around garnering attention for my sore foot, a nasty rash appeared on both my lower legs. It wasn’t funny anymore. As it turned out, it was way more serious than a common rash and the doctor gave it a fancy name after putting me through a series of fancy tests. Sometime, in between, my mostly dormant spondylitis decided to act up as well. My writing, exercise and morale had hit a low. I yo-yoed between self-pity and panic!
Just when I had started putting in effort to stay healthy and follow my passions, roadblocks had started appearing a little too much. However, as I settled down and started analyzing, a surprising mellowness started emerging from within. I ditched the allopath and went the ayurvedic way. The clean sattvic diet started making me feel good. So much so, that I hardly even missed the exotic stuff. I realised that simplicity was indeed the essence of beauty, health, and all things good. There were lessons being learned.
Heartened now, I decided to take simplicity to the next level and made a conscious effort to declutter my life. I started with the obvious, unwanted stuff lying around the house. Next, I turned to my most sacred space, my wardrobe. I’ve always been obsessed with clothes and my closet is filled with beautiful stuff that I regularly pick up at glossy stores. (But even then, I have nothing to wear when I go out. But that’s a story for another time.) I cleared out DVD/CD drawers (it’s 2014, who keeps that stuff anyways!!!), and cutlery drawers and lofts and shelves until I collapsed into a gleeful heap.
But as my very wise husband pointed out, the biggest clutter mountain was yet to be scaled. The dark, daunting closet where all our skeletons reside – the mind! Our thoughts, feelings, past hurts and memories, these are the very core of our problems, physical or otherwise.
So now I’m taking on the most unnerving project of them all – The Mind Declutter Project. It’s only when I succeed in this one that I can actually write about ‘Becoming a Minimalist’. Until then, I’m just an evolving declutterer.