Happiness is ...

Those block of legos, the chunk of playdough

The rainbow of colours, the stroke of pencils

The childlike demeanour I get to wear, the happiness I soak in

Happiness is being a mom.

The beautiful streets lined with trees, the early morning cold

The sound of my running feet, the breaking of dawn I witness,

The will I exude, the strength I gain

Happiness is running.

The beautiful rotating hoop, the moves I clumsily make,

The tricks I set to learn, the moves I am yet to grasp

The thrill that makes me jump, the learning curve I set out on

Happiness is hula hooping.

The smell of pages, the feel of a book in hand,

The characters that talk, the stories that build,

The joy that sets in, the excitement of turning to the last page

Happiness is reading a book.

The hours spent talking, the coffees and the dinners,

The laughs galore, the roller coaster of emotions,

The luck to have friends to share with, the strength that friends give

Happiness is having friends.

The choices I make, the mistakes I do

The perspectives I have, the understanding I do

The stubbornness I am proud of, the arrogance that I am

Happiness is being ME.

Happiness is an inside job.

4 years a mom

·         I am not as patient as I would ideally like myself to be, or as patient as I was. That’s primarily because she is becoming too much of an individual too fast. My patience is slower to catch up. -1

·         I give her choice, choice in what she wants to eat, what she wants to wear, what toy she wants to buy. I know she is 4 and needs direction, so when needed I am apt at explaining why a choice cannot be implemented. I am patient in that department. +1

·         We read every night. She loves to be read interrupting at every other word or picture; I am patient answering all her questions. Why wouldn’t I be, love for books is one thing I am extremely glad she picked. +1

·         I am laid back about her food habits. I am not rigid about it. She can choose to go hungry at times or feed herself some “junk” food. I don’t seem to mind. Although I am yet unable to decide if that’s a good thing or not. So no points here.

·         I am lazy on weekends. I rather she spend screen time than bug me. Considering she spends her week in care, I always think I need to spend some more quality time with her. I need improvement in this department. -1

·         I don’t take her to her kind of weekend places. Parks, play areas and stuff like that. She ends up doing our stuff, eating out and shopping. -1

·         I listen to her. I tell her how my day has been and in return she does too. She has a lot to tell. I love to listen. +1

·         I play with her every day, lego, painting, playdough etc. I am involved not just pretending to play. But I don’t play anything that’s too much running around that’s her daddy department. +1

·         I have gone from never saying “please stop crying” to saying “please stop crying”. I believe there is nothing wrong with crying and if she is upset she needs to cry. And me saying “stop crying” is not helping the situation. I can have better ways to calm her down. -1

 

Well I am not too bad for a 4 year old mom.

I plan to give you love, nurturing and just enough dysfunction to make you funny – someeacrds.

 

Happy Place

I have always operated from a happy place. Even when I have been sad, I have operated from a happy place.  It sounds contradictory, but operating from the happy place assisted me in accepting the situation, the sadness and the emotions. It helps me take baby steps to let stuff be.

Always seemingly aimless and too content: that was me.

Why was?

Then I got caught up.  Then a debate struck my mind. Am I content or complacent? It started seeping into my happy place. I suddenly wanted more aims, goals and was caught up in the circle of “I am not doing enough’ with my life.

It took up 2 years and some more.

Was I un happy? No

I was in turmoil. I kind of liked the turmoil. I felt intelligent. I felt smart. It takes more out of me than I want. It makes me crabby. I am snappy always. That’s not what I enjoy.

It’s exhausting.

One night is all it took for me to realize. That’s not me. I like my happy place. I like the contentment I get out of the seemingly aimless life. The happy place keeps my vibration up. The happy place presents opportunities. The happy place is a good place for me. The place is where I am designed to function. That is where I am my best.

So two nights back I realized that it is important for me to be me. 

I have a perfect life. I see no reason why I need to find something missing in it. I need to become one with my happy place and if there is anything missing I will know. It’s how it has always worked for me. It’s how it will always.

Yes, a human being can do mighty things.  I probably incarnated thinking I want an easy life. Who am I to fight my own wish ;) I can add my own flavour to this life only be being me.

Yes – I have a 9-5 job!! But, oh so flexible! Love it.

Yes- I have a typical life. Married at 2 ; kid at 28.  A house ; a car. Perfect. It always kept me happy. No worries at all.

I can now tear this happiness apart or absolutely soak it in. Based on which option drives me.

The soaking is what makes me work. That is the motivation I was missing.

I have come back to my happy place.

Don’t measure yourself against anybody else. Just find your happy place –  not sure who wrote.

My Bitch Guide

Every single person on this planet does it. But every single person on the planet judges every other person for bitching. I am guilty too.

I have gone down the path of judging myself. I have come to conclusions. N I am not going to apologize for them.

-          Yes I bitch. Not about everyone I come in contact with.  Not to everyone I come in contact with.

-          If you annoy the crap out of me. I will show no mercy in bitching about you. I don’t need to.

-          You judge me and I will judge the hell out of you. Judge me behind my back and you are safe.

-          I have migrated from being miss goody-two-shoes.

-          If you are nice to me you will get to meet the warmest Leo ever.  You point a finger at my family, and I will shred your existence to bits and pieces.  Then I am the bitch your mother warned you about.

-          I have a list of people I never bitch about.  They have sacred places in my life.

-          I never bitch out of jealousy. I have mulled over it and yes, I am sure about it.

-          I have the basic IQ to differentiate between a constructive criticism and a bitchy judgement. 

-          There are people I meet in life that have 0 impact on my life and I don’t care if I bitch or not about them. I do it in social settings when the conversation is about them.  It’s out of fun. I don’t apologize for it.

Improvements to be done:

-          I have realized I am talking/bitching about some parameters about a friend/person because I think different than they do.  I will refrain from doing that if I like that person generally.

-          Nishit is an exception to the above rule; he gets to know everything running through my head.

-          I won’t bitch to a person I bitch about.

That’s my bitch-guide.

 

Some call it bitching; I call it verbal release therapy. It’s all about perspective.

All I have an urge to do is pen down. I want to pen down every thought that crosses my mind. It is crazy the amount of processing our brains do. It is so powerful. Our thought our ability to process it.

I am pondering about emotional reactions. Different situations bring out myriad reactions in people.

What touches me to core? 

Molestation: It tugs at something very deep down inside. I am not sure if every female has the same intense reaction to it. I know everybody is against it. I have this sinking feeling every time I hear about it. I feel like I can cry when I read or hear about it. It twists something inside and I want to forget. 

Yes, as a kid /teen / women, I have been molested. I never had to face the trauma of what other women/kids had to go through. I have this urge to run away from that news. I have this urge to run to that women and just wipe off that pain. Because I think it would be worse than how I feel about it. It would be unimaginable. 

Every time someone has made a pass it nailed something inside me. The first time I was ever molested was when I was 10. Yes 10. It is not something that has started to happen today. That is how it has been. It never stopped. All public places gave men an opportunity to make a pass.

Someone might argue it is a norm. Yeah everyone gets made a pass at sometimes. But as a 10 year old, as a kid as a teen, I felt sickened every time it had happened. One more nail hit in. All that has touched some part in which is still sore, which still hurts when I see or hear someone else going through it.

It hurts. It makes me cry. It stirs turbulence inside me.

 A Long Life

I am reading a book by Deepak Chopra “Ageless Body Timeless Mind”. Why? The title intrigued me.

My presumptions about the book were wrong. It is not about looking a certain age or trying to or anything related to that. It is about longevity and living longer with a healthy body and mind. 

There is a lot of information about research and statistics related to leading a longer life.  We are in an age where we live longer. A statement in the book “You are reborn at 50”, put my though wheel in motion. How amazing!!! We can easily live to be 80 to 100. I know people who are past 80 and very healthy and going about their business without any dependency whatsoever.

How absolutely fantastic!!! (One of them is my granny and I look a lot like her. So I am secretly hoping I have more of her genes)

I find it exciting because it suddenly lets you imagine a lot of possibilities. Yeah, even if we don’t live long life is still full of opportunities. But the idea excites me. It gives me more enthusiasm and courage to take all the typical decisions I make. 

Buy another house? Why not? It is a typical 30 year old decision. I am not worried. Yeah so I am buying a house, another mortgage. Isn’t it not letting me do other stuff? I don’t care. Till the time I can figure out what the other stuff is. If some other stuff excites me, I will do what needs to be done.

The idea of making “learning” a part of life makes more sense.  How cool it will be to know another language and go and live in that country. (My house today will pay for that living then. Get it? )

 I am not assuming old age comes with ill health. People around me seem to be doing rocking at past 60. My gene pool is pretty fantastic that way. I will work better on my lifestyle.

 Reading more books make sense to me (it always did irrespective)

The generation gap will reduce. Imagine my mum at 100 and me at 80. We both will be old.  But it won’t feel like it does now.  My daughter would be 50. She would be turning into what we today call old. How awesome. We all might be on similar pages.

The transition from this phase to that one is going to be a rocker.

And I know death is not certain. It is mystery and what not. Who cares? I am not going to live as if it is my last day. If it was, I would not know what to do. I am going to live as if I have forever to live. It seems far more exciting to me.

“may you live a long life of health and gladness” – Irish blessing quotes.