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Manic Monday

Another Monday, another start of a week, another countdown to the weekend. This is all my life is at the moment.

I always thought that I would never be one of those people who succumbed to the pressures and routine of life. But alas, I have become one of those people, which goes to show that I’m just another human being.

I had more pride in myself while I was growing up. I had high ideals, wild ideas, and a passionate drive toward living life with a smile on my face.

Unfortunately, a series of life’s challenges pounded me to a pulp, even though I valiantly fought with every fiber of strength within me. Though I emerged victorious from all the challenges life boxed me with, they did a good job of tiring me out, rupturing my iron will, and smashing my rose-tinted glasses to smithereens (poor poor glasses of mine).

My heart and mind bear battle scars and wounds that burn wickedly when I attempt to soothe them. My soul is sitting quietly in a corner, trying to recuperate from the bashing and punches thrown its way by life.

It’s currently disoriented and fractured. It’s going to take a while before I feel whole again.

Till then, oh, it’s just another manic Monday!

Which reminds me, it’s a good day to hear it’s namesake song

 

This song makes me feel that I’m not the only one going through the routine of life. I guess we all identify with this song. For me, I identify most with the lines:

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine.
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn’t make it on time.

‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear…

I guess that’s why people like Steve Jobs preferred wearing the same colour and style clothes everyday – does save a LOT of time.

Anyway, so how do you greet Monday? With a smile or a frown? Do you listen to any song to PEP up your Monday? Do share. Would love to hear from you. 

Linking up to Write Tribe’s #MondayMusings

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Cheers,

Venice 🙂

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The Call of the Wind – #BarAThon

When we are young, we experience and attend to the call of the wind easily. It’s almost like breathing. I don’t know any child who has not experienced it. That wild thrill of that faint call growing stronger and louder every second, and before you know it, it sweeps you off your feet, accompanying you in vivid experiences.

When I was younger, I spent half my time in the raptures of the call of the wind. It was my sanctuary, a place of freedom. I could be who I wanted to be, do what I wanted, and experience things that were not possible in my daily life.

The wind never disappointed me. She was my best friend. She kept safe all my secrets, my innermost desires, and thoughts. Never once did she betray me. We loved playing together. Our plans and visions getting wilder and crazier every next time.

But I don’t know when I stopped listening to her call. Maybe when I was deluged with college assignments, or stressing over my workload, or pulling my hair out over bills. Somewhere along the way, we drifted apart. No, scratch that, I drifted away from her.

I think she is still around somewhere, tapping at my door, calling out to me. There are moments when I feel her trying to sneak up on me through some long forgotten memory, a tempting opportunity, or by drawing my focus on others doing better than me.

None of them worked on me and she’s been giving up on me lately. I rarely see her these days. At times, I miss her sorely. She was my refuge during brain-numbing, heart-breaking, soul-wrenching days. And I had ignorantly tossed her aside.

I yearn now to hear the Call of the Wind in her full energetic element. I long for my dearest childhood friend, my partner-in-crime to surprise, hound, and entertain me like before. I truly lived when she was by my side. Without her, I am only existing.

I hope to once more hear the Call of the Wind. I hope once more to let myself free in the company of my loyal friend – Imagination.

 

This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Cheers,

Venice 🙂

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The Year of Pride – 2016

#MondayMusings

 

Half written diaries and planners scramble for space on my bed. Books read, half-read or unread tower on one side, few odds and ends like bookmarks, pens, and paper complete the rugged landscape.

They sort of remind me of the year 2016. Completely messed up, tangled, contorted, confused, and chaotic. Tasks half done, unfinished projects, and plans left in the dust. Yeah, that’s how it was.

I remember when it was just March and I was already wishing that the year would be over soon. I’ve always been one for challenges but 2016 was like a negative vortex, sucking me of all my legendary optimism and will power, shredding them to bits and scattering them far and wide.

Thankfully, the last few months saw the sun peeking through the clouds for me, giving me momentary glimpses of silver linings on the dark clouds.

2016 was not a year without proud moments for myself. They may be little things but I’m proud to have learned to:

  1. Care more about myself
  2. Say NO effectively and straight-forwardly to things I didn’t agree with
  3. Apply ‘Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys’ in life – and loving it!
  4. Invest more time in my blogging through wonderful opportunities by Blogchatter, Blogadda, and The Write Tribe
  5. Not feel guilty about wasting a Sunday just relaxing when my body desperately asks for it
  6. Keep my hopes up that 2017 will be a year just like any other but that I will adapt myself to suit the situations instead of cribbing about them

There. That felt good. It’s good to give yourself a pat on your back sometimes. You deserve it. After all you’ve been through this year, you’re still alive. (Oh, you thought that was for you? Sorry, that was me doing self-talk 😛 – you should try it too, it’s empowering!)

With all said and done, I would like to say, THANK YOU for being here for me. (No, this isn’t self talk now, I’m telling YOU). Your warm comments and likes got me going on the hard days when I hardly had an ounce of energy left in me. Even if you didn’t comment (though I would LOVE it if you did) and just read what I scribbled down here, it made the tough day a little bit lighter and brighter. This may all sound cliche but I mean every word of it.

2016 brought me lovely readers like you. My heartfelt thanks and love goes out to you!

Before we head off into the sunset to 2017, ask yourself, what were the proud moments for you in 2016? Are there any defining moments that made you feel super powerful? Do share and inspire all of us too!

Let’s ROCK 2017!

 

Cheers,

Venice 🙂

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