Blast from the past ….

Sometimes, I’m all well and sometimes I’m not, just like everyone else out there.

But at times, it is just difficult to be. And this is a picture of a note from a time when it was just unbearable, yet still the beginning of a long road of pain. I didn’t know of it then but writing down how I felt, sometimes helped.

So when it hurts like hell, find a vent… In whatever form you’d like it to be.

Just vent it all out and lighten your heart. 🖤🖤

06 21 .. going into 07 21

#currentstateofmind

More updates: Read none; Watched a tonne; Zero on income and Zero on any progress on professional front; all available energy is spent on chores, cooking and eating; only thing that seems to interest me is binge watching and that too only since it doesn’t require me to get out of my bed!

And also, I have so many unused old diaries and so I decided to use them for all my journaling instead of buying new ones. Hence the July 2019 on the page.

Danke 😁😎.. see you again sometime later 🐧🖤🤍.

Expectations & Trials to not live up to them!..

All my life I have been burdened by expectations others had on me. I have either tried to live up to them OR ran away at the first chance I got. That’s the case with many but for me somehow, my life was/is defined by these attempts. Now, I seem to be facing a new version of this problem.

The expectations that I lived up to or tried my best to do so are those of my parents and those that came along with my job. I have been the proud daughter of my parents for a long long time, thanks to all that effort, whenever I took a turn that might lead to disappointment for them, I quickly changed course and was always successful to turn the tide. I did the same thing with my job. I worked extra hard than everyone else, to be the best. I know that though I may not be the most intelligent person in the room, I can always be the most hard working person and that it would almost always pay off. And owing it to my luck, my hard work have always paid off. Whenever I felt like I was lacking or getting complacent, I doubled down on my effort, learnt new things and bounced back to takeover the best spot. This attitude have always rewarded me with the best and made me confident about myself.

It also makes sense that at work, my value is determined by how well I perform or how good my results are. One thing I never understood is the feeling that I get/used to get at home. I felt as if our bests are appreciated and our worsts are mourned. I never get this. Isn’t the love of parents supposed to be unconditional? Shouldn’t they love us inspite and despite all our failures and disappointments? I know they love me, but why do I feel the disappointment they see in me, so strongly when I fail? Why do I have to live up to my parents expectations of what I am or what I can be! Just so that they’ll love me more? That’s crazy!..

I broke this chain of not disappointing them, when I decided to get a divorce. And I continue to do so by not giving up to their wish/demand to get married again, by leaving my longtime job, by not making any sensible choice ever since. I may continue to do so hereon, but the guilt of doing so and hurting them in the process, coexists. But the point is, I broke the chain and freed myself up.

The other scenario where I ran away from expectations, is/was with my relationships Aka romantic interests. I have been in a couple of serious relationships and a few more minor crush/not serious equations. Now that I recall how they went down, every single time, it is the same story. I got scared of the expectations they had from me and I ran away at the first chance I got. I hurt everyone in the process, including me.

No, I’m not regretting my choices. Given a chance, I may have tried to make my executions painless, but I’d act in similar fashion if placed in same situations. The one thing that I’m trying to understand from this case is, why do I get scared of expectations!.. Would it have been different if I put forth my limits first, thereby limiting the range of expectations they have or might have of me? OR maybe if I had done that, there wouldn’t be any relationships in the first place. Also, some limits are only understood when you are in the game. And I know what they say, open communication is the key to successful relationships. Then the question might be this, “why do I let myself get so affected by someone else’s expectations!.. it should be their problem to deal with and not mine”

I’m so closed in many ways that I don’t know how to open up and talk about this stuff in relationships. Anyways, this isn’t my biggest problem today and can always be revisited if and when I get into this mess again, which by the way is a long shot anyways.

Today’s problem is with the expectations I seem to have about myself. How do I live up to those? There’s no option to run away from myself!

At the moment, I’m doing nothing, out of fear of failing at what I may do! Which means I’m in the flight mode already and cannot be this way any longer. How do I get out of this rut and convince myself that no-game is equivalent to failure? How do I pick myself up and gather the courage to do something again? These expectations that I’m so afraid of, are these even mine? Do I have to succeed at everything I do? Can i not be a failure who failed trying instead of being the failure who never tried?

There must be a way to pick up the pieces and walk ahead. Life is about living and not just idling it away in the fear of failure. Haven’t I lived long and safe enough to risk it all atleast once? Why do I need to repeat the same mistakes of my parents. Let’s make new ones. Let’s risk it all.

I should learn not to measure my worth in terms of my expectations and achievements. I should measure myself in the efforts and hardwork I put in, on the path I paved for myself. Just like how I wanted my parents to love me despite my failures, and how I thought to not care about someone’s else’s expectations of me, I should do apply the same rules of love and ignoring expectations to myself.

Results are dependent on ten thousand things, while as efforts can be completely mine to own. To break the barrier of expectations and to set out, to achieve the frontiers I’ve never even dared to envision, should be my Moto.

😁.. it’s true what the saints say about us humans, listen to yourself, look carefully at yourself, you’ll have the answers that you’ve been searching for all along, within you.

🍁💜🤍💚💙♥️🤎🖤☘️

P.S: This is a post about myself written for me, like most of the posts on my blog are. Despite that, if you have managed to read this long story, thank you for walking through the realms of my mind. I understand that it can be tiring and so, I’m always grateful to people who try to peek into my brain & soul.

Let me tell you a secret now. Classic editor seems to appear by default when you type from your mobile app. Well, I can live with that for now!

I hate this block editor!!

Why? Why does word press do this?

We were having so much fun and flexibility with the classic editor.

I now have to install a plugin to get the classic editor back and to install a plugin, I need a business plan on WordPress. And that’s not all, if we have a plugin installed, I loose certain widgets on the current template! ..

First and foremost, why cannot I remove the bold font on my post title? And I cannot go onto a new line without having a new block created and making it look like it is a different paragraph altogether.

Gosh, it used to be such a simple task to post on WordPress. Now I get the same feeling I used to get when I learnt MS Word and Powerpoint for the first time when I was in class 6! Disgusting.

I know I’m a bit late to the party!.. I have been using mobile app to post all this while and was switching from block to classic every time I write. But there either seem to have no such options on the web browser or the block editor was now made the default hereon!.. Either way, it sucks!

Thank you WordPress for this unwanted and never in demand pleasure.

I have been trying to use this and get a hang of it, but it has been a headache so far. I’m back on the blog after a while and so I’ll try to keep up and learn how to live with this stupid thing. But yeah, I want to vent my heart out. I’ll keep searching on how to get workarounds for my issues but like I’m saying, it is annoying and irritating like hell! Very disappointed with you WordPress.

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One of those days

It is one of those days when I find the need to….

• To shout or yell at someone loudly about everything
• To want to pull someone close, hold their hand and tell them that I’m not okay and that I need help
• To feel like I’m living in a body again not some rotten piece of meat
• To feel alive and joyous in my heart
• To be excited about everything I have and the energy to get what I don’t.
• To feel healthy and happy in my mind, body and soul..

And finally, to want to live now…. and later one day far in the future, to die a peaceful death.

Midnight Musings

Aadhi raat ki khushi aur khamoshi dono bardasht ke bahir hote hai..

Have you ever felt the beauty of night fall? I’ve always loved nights more than the day. It has always been in conflict with my love for early mornings. But it is the same bind that makes me love these two. The silence and peace in these moments is what makes them precious. 

Since childhood, I was accustomed to waking up early, as early as 4 am in the morning and waiting for the newspaper boy to come in. It is strange that I never romanticised the paper boy given the fact that there were so many days and countless lone interactions. I guess they were busy and I, naive and still innocent. But as life happened, school paved way to college and then to work. 

It was only when work got hectic and life got serious, I started to realise the beauty of night, the peace and silence of it all. Those empty and silent moments when everything goes numb and everyone shuts up. It was that time of the day when I could hear myself loud and clear. No amount of stress from work could hinder my newfound joy. It is a different story that it did have an impact on my day life as I ended up sleepless and restless. But I managed it all with coffee and coke! I was fine despite everything that’s been happening in my life.

It is in these rare moments that I miss having a partner. One such moment is now. It is true that I’m scared of sharing my precious little thing with anyone. But it is also true that I’m equally scared of not being able to share this pure joy of mine with anyone else. Very rarely, but yes, I want to share these minute miracles with someone who cares. It does make me wonder, if I will ever be able to love someone enough to want to live a life together, to want to give up my personal space for a merged togetherness, to want to tolerate the little misgivings and irritables! Will I ever be able to give up a bit of myself and make room for someone else in my life and take up similar space in theirs? How much of self-love is okay and how much is too much?

Well, I do not have any answers and I do not have any conclusion to this post. These are just midnight musings and I’m not even equipped with the brain capacity to think any bit more. But on a day or night when I have the answers and energy, you’ll be the first to know. 

Let the moon shine brightly and smile sweetly at you. May you all find peace and quiet these nights have to offer. 

Take care and sleep tight.

Thinking Glasses

Have been thinking a lot lately on what I want to do with my life.

What is it that I love to do for the rest of my life?

Earlier, whenever I posed this question to myself, I always thought that I’d be fine even if it is something that doesn’t pay me much or give me fame, and I’d be really grateful as long as it just something I enjoy doing and if it is something that makes me happy. Now, I realise it is really difficult to find something as such.

I’m 31 now and will turn 32 in 6 months. I spent two decades in school and college and one more decade doing my first job. Now that I finally took the leap and had time for myself for the first time in a decade, i keep thinking all sorts of things.

Should I wait until I figure out what I really love doing OR should I just go with the flow and start something afresh and figure out what I love in the course of life.

At times while I do feel the urgency to figure out something for myself soon, there’s also a thought in some moments, that I’m in no rush and I should take my time figuring out what makes me feel alive and where my happiness is.

As of now, all I know is that whatever I do, I give my best, I give it my all and I’ll succeed in anything life throws at me, no matter what it is. I have that confidence in me. What I don’t know is, if I’ll love what life has thrown at me or will I just continue to do it for the sake of survival?

At this point in life I do not have many responsibilities. Be it financially or emotionally or any way other. I’m relatively free to make any choice that I wish to make. So is it wise to wait or should I make some choice now and go with whatever plans I made for myself? It’s not like i have traditional plans of getting married and having kids. I have all the time in the world to figure out what I want. But just because I have time and have no responsibilities whatsoever, should I just go with the flow and live my life just the same way I’ve lived for the past decade?

There’s one thing that’s different now from earlier. The burden of expectations from family and society to prove myself, to make a family for myself and settle down, doesn’t exist now. Even if I go down the same route as before, would the end result still be the same when all the critical variables have changed!?

By the way, it is so much fun not to think about anything serious and just enjoy my days doing nothing. All I’m doing these days is eating, reading, watching dramas and doing minor chores. I’m also scared that I’ll get used to this life and give up on everything 😅..

Whew!… How do I conclude!?

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