MOTHER TIME—life goes by so very fast, my dears and taking time to reflect, even once a year slows things down. We zoom past so many seconds, minutes, hours killing them with the frantic way we live and it’s important that at least this one collective sigh and stop, take stock and acknowledge our place in time before diving back into the melee. Midnight on New Year’s Eve in a unique kind of magic where, just for a moment the past and future exist at once in the present. Whether we are aware of it or not as we count down together to it, we are sharing the burden of our history and committing to the promise of tomorrow.
What was 2015 like? Certainly not like I dreamed, may be that’s okay, we want what we want. There were times when I worked myself into a frenzy worrying about what I was and perhaps lost track of where I was.
Of course I did plan, I created a scheduler, got it printed with www.vistaprints.in. (lousy delivery not recommended.) But events unfold just the way they have to the universe has a plan. The first decision of the year was plan A go with universe there was always plan B the way I wanted to go. The journey was amazing and so relaxing. Of course I did have breakdowns and psychotic spells. But over all a year that I can look back and smile. It was as if the year was making up for long spell of loneliness, throwing people and friends at me.
One can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve happened or we can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on. Moving on is so liberating.
When I let go allowed the universe to take charge there was so much of reluctance, but I began to move towards my tribe, the sense of belonging emerged. I am not saying it was utopia or euphoria though psychotic breakdowns have been fewer they have been more intense but that I think is about ruminants being flushed out.
Events have been a lot, like the Goa Bloggers meet, Word-up my first bloggers national bloggers meet, the BNLF at Mumbai, the art and literary festival at Goa. 28th class reunion at Manipal. Wonderful people have come into my life some have moved on. That is ultimately what life all about growth.
What I learnt was motivation, goal, are all words that are trumped up, the only things that truly work are integrity, improvisation, and innovation. If we were to take a quiet moment and go into our inner self our life goals and what we are attempting at are really diverse.
There is no point in burning myself mentally like have emotionally and physically… best thing is to be the way I am a reluctant enthusiast…a part crusader, a half hearted fanatic. Saving the other half of myself for pleasure and adventure, it is enough to fight, it is even more important to enjoy what we have fought for, while we can., and while it’s still here. maybe it is a good idea to get out there, trek, swim and mess around with friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forest, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the stillness, the lovely mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy myself, keeping my brain in my head and my head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, this would be my sweetest victory
I am looking forward to the growth this year, to reclaim connect with nature, my evening walk and my swimming. Going back to clinic space. Telling the stories that I am meant to tell.
At the end of the day Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up totally worn out and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a ride.”
“I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.