DON'T HOLD BACK !
So I got up this morning thinking of my commitment to play, thinking of colour and interaction. The promise I made last night when I last wrote.
At first I was daunted. I didn’t know how this was going to work or how I was going to do it for 40 days or more!!! The only rule is that it has to feel good to me. Therefore authentically driven from the inside out. Not just an attention seeking exercise. So how to start the day? How about I never wear the same entire ensemble twice, at least in a week. Or if I do wear something to change it up so different pieces are worn for a different look.
As a multi tasker I thought this is a good way to go through my wardrobe and, after a days wear, release anything that was uncomfortable or no longer desirable to me. A practical side to the project, clearing out. Yes that feels good. Throwing out stuff, dishoarding, uncluttering, can be quite a challenge all in one go.
Oh look at my head taking over and my need to make this like I know what I am doing. Because in truth I didn’t know the clothes I chose to put on were going to make my day.
I chose a bright red tunic I bought in India 3 years ago and have only worn once. It’s cotton so ideal for hot weather so maybe not an excellent choice for a brisk March morn. At least the storms have passed and it is a nice day. The slits up the side allowed for great movement as I found myself kneeling and squatting a lot in my lessons today.
I teamed up the red with simple black legging’s and my favourite boots of all time. A pair of red leather ankle boots I bought in Amsterdam in 2012 and have had serviced several times to get more miles out of them. They are a bit battered but deeply loved, and have not been out for a while. My black leather jacket, Johnny Cash hat and green scarf really cut a dash, or so I was told when I landed into the place I work. I received many compliments. I was beginning to enjoy my efforts.
Then during lessons while exploring the Alexander directions in different activities, picking something up from the floor, kneeling and getting up, walking, rising from a chair, I found myself using superheroes to help. Superman was great for the forward and up direction, and Wonder Woman useful for being aware of all the space around. I was really flying now.
Later, buying diesel, there was an aggressive queue. The place, the cheapest in Dublin, only has two pumps and limited space. There is a certain etiquette at busy times. It takes some observation of the sequence of arrivals, swift manoeuvring and accurate 3 point turns to get in and out efficiently maintaining the respect of other users. There were some disgruntled faces as chancers who thought they might slip in from a physically advantageous place, waited their turn, impatiently.
Me and my superhero self in my bright red outfit engaged openly, smiling at the gentlemen and exchanging in a way that left any competitive placings, from before I got to the pumps, dissolve. I was surprised at how good I felt. Often these mini battles would create a stress inside me, but today all is well and when I shared that with the world, I got it back. My three point turn was swift and accurate, like a pro, and off I went into the traffic.
The day continued well, and all my dealings went smoothly. Finding a parking space outside the bank door, coordinating appointments and moving freely and energetically greeting all along the way. Twas a grand day.
Was it because I was empowered by wearing red, or was it just a good day?
So today’s lesson – this is not a fashion experiment, this is social and personal. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
Love Fiona X
I am Fiona and I am exploring themes of meeting resistances and allowing ways through. The constant weeding, recognising the stuff that's in the way to live easier.