Two years ago, I bought a flip flop. Simple, and comfortable. It fit into almost everything I wore and felt easy to walk in. For a while, it was my go to choice.
But comfort has a way of disguising friction. If you walk too long in the wrong fit, it doesn’t hurt immediately, it dulls your awareness first. This one didn’t tear, my skin did. The material stayed strong, while my legs slowly adjusted to the pain until they couldn’t anymore.
That’s how attachment often works. You stop questioning what you’ve adapted to, mistaking endurance for stability. You only realize the damage when it begins to limit your movement.
Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t letting go but in recognizing what’s quietly hurting you while still appearing functional.
Decluttering isn’t an act of loss. It’s a return to alignment. The flip flop was fine. It just wasn’t right anymore.
Cheers!
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