Daily Motivation Vol 2

No. 27
 

Here's another gem of a line I found two days ago.

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his is definitely on my To-Do list this year, since I begin to fret if anything goes off the radar.

At times I'm guilty of worrying about the unknown, the future... and once I begin to worry I just cannot stop myself from diverting my trail of thoughts... :)

In fact I'm contemplating visiting or talking to a counsellor about this, if self-help doesn't work according to my satisfaction or expectation levels.

Thought of the day:

(Note to Self)

Don't use your Energy to worry. Use your Energy to Believe.

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Daily Motivation Series: Vol 1

No. 26

Of late I have realized that I need to perk myself up and for this all I need is a motivational moving thought right early in the morning.

So from now on, I will be posting thoughts that will motivate me, help me to stay focused and fire my determination.

Here's the first one. Note that this is all for myself. And in the process, if this helps you wee bit, then I'll be glad.

I just loved this one... it instantly stirs you. And I strive to do this, will you? :)

Thought of the day:

Turn your can'ts into cans and your dreams into plans.

 

 

 



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Down Memory Lane of This Blog

No. 25

I was reading through the earlier posts of this blog ( I mean mine own blog). And all of a sudden, I stumbled onto these lines below, that I had written when my dad was very much with us.

  

I miss my dad's constant guidance... given a chance I would love to discuss about the world politics with him... coz we always seem to agree on each and every little thing...

 

While reading I accidentally realized that the black and white words can be so figurative, literal and suggestive all at once. When I had written these lines, I meant I want to be with him, beside him and in his vicinity.

 

Today when I look at these lines or if I have to re-express the emptiness inside me, due to my father's eternal absence, I could just copy-paste these lines and it would convey the message exactly the same way!

 

Quite queer this language is, aint it?

 

PS: My father and me shared an amazing bond, a soul connection and we were like Siamese twins always! His sudden departure on March 22nd 2013 still leaves me directionless, teary-eyed and insane. I still cannot fathom what happened, what went wrong and why did it happen to me and my mom.

 

Now all I wish is for him to come back and be a part of my life once again... that's all.

I spoke for the First Time

No. 24

Writing here after a long long hiatus. Well it's just my Geminian traits, you know. I couldn't figure what to write about, got very busy with the regular humdrums of life and was constantly looking for something special to write about.
Now you wonder, so has something special happened? Yes not something, well... hmmm quite a few things happened that were special. And today I'm going to talk about one of them.

We all fondly remember about our 'Firsts' don't we? First watch, first crush, first love, first car, first house, first affair (you ask why did I segregate love and affair here... simple you can love many things apart from a human, but a love affair is always with a human ;), first book (authored), first baby, first salary and so on... Yeah there could be sooo many firsts.. My husband can go on and on seriously on this topic. And he maintains all his firsts with great love and care. I digress... coming back to my first today on Oct 31, 2014.

Yes today on Oct 31, 2014, I mustered the courage to speak up at work. The story goes like this... yesterday I had my mid-appraisal and as usual I was not satisfied with the outcome. It hurt me and demotivated me. All through the rest of the day and night, the words rang in my ears and seared me from within. So much so that in the morning, before coming to work, I decided to write to my boss about the actual reasons - the facts, the problems, challenges and frustrations I had faced. And after hitting the 'Send' button, I experienced a huge sense of relief.

It was soo liberating to have written what I felt all night through, to have put in writing what I have been experiencing during the challenging project. To have done that I have never ever done or thought of before!

To speak back, to explain my perspective and to point out the actual problems... yes I had never done it before at work... There were many reasons of not doing it.. fear of being 'marked' out, fear of being judged, fear of untoward and ugly consequences. But not any longer. Now I don't care anymore because I have told myself either you suffer in silence or speak up. Keeping quiet fearing the consequences is not my cup of tea any more. Because I'm done with it. So long I have kept quiet and nothing happened. Now  let's see what happens after speaking up. :)

So cheers to me, my newfound sense of Freedom. Cheers! And yes cheers to my coming back to this space. Henceforth, I will write more and more to express my feelings even more.