Focus Defocus


Don’t you just love it when you wake up in the morning and you, from the start, set your mind to having a good day? The focus. On the good vibes coming from within. On intention.

Obviously, there are days when you wake up and something just doesn’t feel right, but that, too, most of the times, is a decision to begin with. And that, too, feels right sometimes. The defocus. The soaking into whatever life has prepared for you and the acceptance of it turning around anywhere anytime. The soaking into a proper bubble bath, a glass of wine, a movie or book is, sometimes, just as awesome.

It all comes from our mind and what our intuition tells us to believe in.

And then, the world starts to become a clearer place.

In either of the situations, wearing a favourite item always brings joy and, saying that, I once again make a promise to myself to only remain with a closet full of favourite items. Imagine every day of our lives afterwards. Of course, clothes are just a fraction of our focus, but – man! – ins’t it nice when even when we defocus and we still have something we really like on us?

Is this what they mean when they say “to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”?

Moreover, having to focus on life rather than on what to wear – sometimes – feels so liberating. As opposed to running around naked throughout the house with your hands pulling your hair in all directions. As opposed to hands up in the air freely and so on.

To me this – sometimes – means dressing in something that would fit from day to night. Shoes and hair do the trick most of the times. Ok, and a lipstick I always carry from place to place yet never remember the last place I put it in. Sounds familiar?

But oh, when I defocus and the lipstick shows up out of nowhere!

Still no lipstick!