The Indigo Project

We spend a lot of time being stuck in our heads. Our ability to take long walks to nowhere in our minds, revisit old conversations, think of unsaid comebacks or what’s for dinner is exclusive to us as human beings but this gift is also a curse because it actually makes us unhappy.

Ah, good ol’ end of year feelings. The supermarket shelves are beginning to fill with puddings as quickly as your calendar for December is filling up with party plans. Stores have their trees up and magazines have their centre spread on this year’s must-have ham… and we’ve got a list of things we said we’d do at the beginning of 2018. All our plans and adventures staring right back at us. Isn’t it just ‘the most wonderful time of the year’?

Stick those unworn flare jeans back to where they came from, shove those hole-y socks where no one can see them and gently step away from your closet. Yes, this is spring cleaning… but not as you know it.

Letting go is a process. It is sometimes painful, sometimes effortless but should be continuous. You don’t want to push down the pain, you want to give it space. You need to honour what was while learning to forgive them and yourself. Here are two ways of doing it:

Are you the friend, partner, family member or colleague who’s constantly available? The one who never says no and is there for every heartache or phone call? You tell yourself you’re not a real friend if you can’t be there all the time or that you’re a terrible partner if you just need some time alone. 

Congratulations! You’ve made it to the (Overly) Nice People Club.

We are our biggest bullshitters. Let’s cut right to it: sometimes, you get in your own way. You may know what you want in life but never really found the right time, right money or fill-in-your-own-excuse-here. It's called self-sabotaging and often, we do this because as much as we want to get ahead in life, we’re shit-scared of change.  

When was the last time you made a meal from scratch? We’re talking no bottled sauces or frozen pastry, no pre-marinated meats and chuck-in-the-oven meals. What happened to mixing flours and flavours, kneading soft dough and watching sauces bubble? 

Everyone’s going to that party tonight but you’re feeling knackered. You’ve had a long week of meetings, messages you haven’t replied to, laundry that’s piling up and let’s be honest, you really can’t be bothered having to yell over music and listen to Susan talk about her latest detox… but if you told your mates, you worry they would judge. 

Here’s the thing: so what.