I love my Feet and my Hands. I take immense care of them. I admire the opposable thumb and appreciate the evolutionary effort that has happened in getting us there. I see the two useless Big Toes and wonder if people say that we need it for balance (just like the Kangaroos’ tail). I'm sure that we can find a new centre of Gravity without the unwieldy Tail or Toe. I can buy into the aesthetics of the Kangaroo tail, but not of the Big Toe.
My dry skin aggravates the heel. Small cracks open up to big ones. The good thing is that, the small cracks begin painfully. So I have to take care of them - daily dead skin scraper and moisturizer. Yes Daily. For someone who questions the need to feed the kids on an everyday basis, this is a huge commitment. And I keep it.
During LockDown, my husband convinced me that we can water the Garden twice a week and not thrice like we used to. My teenage girls convinced me that the house needs to be mopped once in three days, and the Bathroom convinced me that it needs to be cleaned only once in 20 day (not 3 weeks mind it - I'm not some cave woman, but once in 20 days).
I
listened to everyone because I am a halfway decent wife, a decent mother, and a
compassionate bathroom listener. I am open-minded enough to realise that their
standards are different than mine and not lower than mine, but since I don't
have the bandwidth, I shall listen to them. This also gives me the necessary ammunition
to crib about my family when I am talking to my friends - well more like people
whom I talk to often, get along for a tiny bit but insist on keeping in touch
with since they are in general nice people and I can't pick besties for every
single conversation. Okay, I don't have a bestie, I'm not 6 you see and
my bestie from when I was 6, doesn't have the time for me unless she feels like
some Women's right violation is happening in our School Whatsapp group.
So,
we have established the schedule for the cleaning. And also, it is just not pure
laziness, it is the impure form. I actually truly believe that we are
messing up the Universe and our sanity in the name of Clean.
The Acids, the Bleaches, the Anti-Bacterial Cleaners, the
Scum removers, the ridiculous amount of soaps - I am not even getting to the
personal grooming artefacts. While I am this laid back and a paid
Procrastinator, how does my heel get me to care for it every day? Why am I not
able to commit to other things in life like I do to my heel?
Is
it the progress I see, the immediately noticeable regression in the absence of
this care? Is it vanity, pain, undeniable time commitment issues, problems
replicating it in other parts of life, too many dependencies for non-heel
issues, or love of footwear??????
Oh
well…..your guess is as good as mine. Or maybe it’s better.
The Art of Living my Life like how I care for my heels still eludes me.
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