You can probably tell, I’m in a blogging mood as I’ve blogged in consecutive days now. I’m really enjoying writing about my life and the “steps”.
Welcome to a new side of my life.I’ve become one of those minimalists. Or I strive to be as best I can as an artist, crafter, and writer. Due to these particular passions, I don’t think I can ever be completely free of clutter but it’s always fun to go through my things and see which I no longer need. Over time my closet has gone from too full that clothes had to be squeezed in, to having more than half the closet empty. I’ve been hacking away at it for about eight months now. I’ve always the decluttering to help with my depression. Woah, wait! What does this have to do with depression? Control. Simple as that. Often times, as part of depression, I felt that I had little control over my life. Sure, I could decide if I’ll shower or not, eat or not, or sleep (not always). As part of my daily care routine, I would clear out my closet of clothes and other things that may be stuffed in there that no longer bring joy to me and are only taking up space- space that I could be using for other things. That was one of the many things that I did to regain control over my life. The other one is related to my hair which I discussed before here >> hair, self-love and health . It basically talks about what I did to feel healthier in the outside as well as in the inside and how it helped me control a piece of my life that I otherwise felt helpless about. One of the more surprising parts of this journey is how much I love to get rid of material things. I used to covet a lot of what people had because they were things I could never have in a million years. And the more I put less weight in my material things that happier I felt not having too many things. I made a post about feeling stuffed in my own room before right here >> declutter // walking, running, stopping, and walking again . Both tackle feeling overwhelmed by material possessions and how they started to take over my room before I knew it. My set up in my office bedroom currently, I have two cube bookshelves- one 3×3 and the other 2×2, a medium height bookshelf with three slots?, a makeshift L-Desk, and my bed. My desk area is definitely not where I want it to be just yet but it’s slowly getting there. I declutter about once a month. If I need to reset my mind back to work after a weekend, I’ll do a bit of cleaning just to get those productive energy back aligned after resting. At one point over the course of the year, I felt as though I wasn’t spending my time well-enough especially because I don’t go out with friends a lot but I really appreciate the quiet times I have. Sometimes, I just sit by the window, look out and sip some water. LOL I’m trying to cut back from caffeine as I splurged a lot the month of my sister’s wedding. So yeah, basically, I declutter as often as I need and at least once a month. And because I know myself to be this kind of person, I also know which decision I really sway when talking about identity and using which name. I decided to use my real name- my birth name because there’s no longer a need to hide behind other names. I’m ready to open up more opportunities within myself and my passions by showing every bit of who I am. Yaay.