How many times have you heard the lament 'I'm exhausted' from a dear one, or have felt this in your life? My go to for re-energising mental exhaustion? I do laundry. In my recent spring clean of this African woman's closet of life I've unearthed a significant number of items labeled 'wash separately'. They are all from the highly coveted and apparently to die for renown boutique called 'Expectations'.
I found in my closet collections from 1976-2024. These included stilettos by Anxiety & Tension. I last wore these over 10 years ago. They look good but I'm unlikely to ever put them on. I see them each time I dress up in the morning. I found myself while emptying the closet trying on those soft winter coats from Mental Load. Considering how hot it is because it's summer I'm not sure why I put on items that are impractical for the season I am in.
I find myself smiling at the several attractive under garments from Unspoken needs that will never see the light of day, or candle light. Price tags still on. A girl's closet is incomplete without premium quality wigs and hair extensions in several different styles and colours from Inherited Interpretations. My wig collection is ridiculous considering I spend 99.9% of my time sporting a virtually bald look. I rediscovered bespoke and worn only once ball gowns from Showing Up, imported scents that didn't age well from from Society & Status. I'm daunted at the idea of opening any more closets.
I've resorted to lighting candles and incense sticks sourced from Whoa & Pause. The retired accountant in me mentally tallies the financial spend, the comedienne is struggling to find a punchline. The poet in me inscribes Why? on one of the canvases peppered around the house. The storyteller in me declares that I am on a heroes journey and this moment is but an arc in a complex storyline. The strategist in me, is envisioning new realities and action plans.
My spirit understands that there are fundamental things that need to happen intentionally,consistently and bravely, and it starts with me.
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