When life gets tough, the tough gets going - there is an adage, which everyone in their life at some point of time had to believe. The one that goes beyond saying is how the support of a cheer leader in life can transform your life. My daughter fuels my aspirations in life, but she is helpless when I panics. That's when I found my cheerleader. She is a fellow single mother, a strong soul, and a smart person. God bless her with abundant energy :)
For last four-five months, I had been under terrible anxiety. My diet habits were so erratic, I can no longer fit into my clothes. My situations hasn't changed much, but I believe my grasp on things have improved.
They say - When you wish on something so intensely, the whole world conspires for you to reach it.
I am wishing to get a job which would allow me to be closer to my darling daughter, while I can spend quality time with her. Dear universe, grant me my wish!!
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Thursday, September 15, 2016
A true blessing in disguise
She was crying over phone, and I was failing miserably to console her. My good friend is already going through a divorce and is getting wrongly approached in her office. A young beautiful mother, I was witnessing her confidence taking a toll. I convinced her to take a leave from office and return home. I wanted to run to her and give her a tight hug, but my office was calling me. It's only 4 months in my office and I had already used up my leaves.
Before hitting the sack, I went through my usual bed time ritual - writing thank you notes to God. I had to thank the universal energy in giving me an appearance that reduced the unwanted attention.
Growing up, I had to listen to the occasional remarks about my dark skin and acne scars. But I managed to grow a thick skin and a thick attitude, thanks to my parents. The kind of creams and treatments that my skin had to endure is numerous (psst.. I haven't stopped torturing my skin yet). So, this was the list.
- Thank you for not making me too pretty for my own good.
- Thank you for making me good enough for people to not take me for my face value.
- Thank you for presenting me in such a way that only the genuine people who took pain in understanding me could like me.
- Thank you for giving me a strong idea, from my childhood, that I need to work my way through with grit and strong will, as my looks are not going to make my journey easy.
- Thanks for not making me an eye candy so that no vain ones would hit on me.
- And lastly, thanks for not making me too pretty, that I won't be seen as a threat or an invitation as a single mother. (yeah, I know this one is a bit naughty, but totally worth it)
Before hitting the sack, I went through my usual bed time ritual - writing thank you notes to God. I had to thank the universal energy in giving me an appearance that reduced the unwanted attention.
Growing up, I had to listen to the occasional remarks about my dark skin and acne scars. But I managed to grow a thick skin and a thick attitude, thanks to my parents. The kind of creams and treatments that my skin had to endure is numerous (psst.. I haven't stopped torturing my skin yet). So, this was the list.
- Thank you for not making me too pretty for my own good.
- Thank you for making me good enough for people to not take me for my face value.
- Thank you for presenting me in such a way that only the genuine people who took pain in understanding me could like me.
- Thank you for giving me a strong idea, from my childhood, that I need to work my way through with grit and strong will, as my looks are not going to make my journey easy.
- Thanks for not making me an eye candy so that no vain ones would hit on me.
- And lastly, thanks for not making me too pretty, that I won't be seen as a threat or an invitation as a single mother. (yeah, I know this one is a bit naughty, but totally worth it)
A true blessing in disguise
She was crying over phone, and I was failing miserably to console her. My good friend is already going through a divorce and is getting wrongly approached in her office. A young beautiful mother, I was witnessing her confidence taking a toll. I literally scraped at the bottom of my jar holding sanity. I wanted to run to her and give her a tight hug, but my office was calling me. It's only 4 months in my new office and already my leaves were up.
Before hitting the sack, I went through my usual bed time ritual - writing thank you notes to the luminaries in my life. That night, I felt this immense obligation to thank the universal energy for something unconventional - for giving me an appearance that reduced the unwanted attention.
Growing up, I had to listen to the occasional remarks about my dark skin and acne scars. But I managed to grow a thick skin and a thick attitude, thanks to my parents. The kind of creams and treatments that my skin had to endure is numerous (psst.. I haven't stopped torturing my skin yet). So, this was the list.
- Thank you for not making me too pretty for my own good.
- Thank you for making me good enough for people to not take me for my face value.
- Thank you for presenting me in such a way that only the genuine people who took pain in understanding me could like me.
- Thank you for giving me a strong idea, from my childhood, that I need to work my way through with grit and strong will, as my looks are not going to make my journey easy.
- Thanks for not making me an eye candy so that no vain ones would hit on me.
- And lastly, thanks for not making me too pretty, that I won't be seen as a threat or an invitation as a single mother. (yeah, I know this one is a bit naughty, but totally worth it)
Before hitting the sack, I went through my usual bed time ritual - writing thank you notes to the luminaries in my life. That night, I felt this immense obligation to thank the universal energy for something unconventional - for giving me an appearance that reduced the unwanted attention.
Growing up, I had to listen to the occasional remarks about my dark skin and acne scars. But I managed to grow a thick skin and a thick attitude, thanks to my parents. The kind of creams and treatments that my skin had to endure is numerous (psst.. I haven't stopped torturing my skin yet). So, this was the list.
- Thank you for not making me too pretty for my own good.
- Thank you for making me good enough for people to not take me for my face value.
- Thank you for presenting me in such a way that only the genuine people who took pain in understanding me could like me.
- Thank you for giving me a strong idea, from my childhood, that I need to work my way through with grit and strong will, as my looks are not going to make my journey easy.
- Thanks for not making me an eye candy so that no vain ones would hit on me.
- And lastly, thanks for not making me too pretty, that I won't be seen as a threat or an invitation as a single mother. (yeah, I know this one is a bit naughty, but totally worth it)
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