Just recently I was reading my emails.. personal ones. And I sat down to reply to them. That suddenly I realized I'd fallen into such a pattern that I didn't even notice when I stopped replying to emails. I didn't notice when I stopped writing emails. My life had become a mirror of IMs and selfies and #tags and check-ins and +1s and likes... always connected *yay* but then have I lost the essence of life? Have I started thinking in bullet points? Do everything need to have a point? Are we breathing shorter breaths? When was the last time I broke into a dance? When was the last time I wrote poetry? I don't know when this change happened, the whole whatsapp craze, and don't get me wrong, I LOVE whatsapp. I love that I'm this close to my friends and family, but then again I want that to be secondary or complimentary but not solitary.
And so I decided the easiest thing to do would be to write. That's simple right? You used to write, you stopped doing it, just pick up the pen (or stare at the keyboard) and your fingers will do the rest... Your brain will make the connections and the words will flow... Weirdly, that's not how it happened. I kept staring at the white space that is my blog draft and wondering where I should begin. It wasn't writer's block technically because in a few minutes when I'd calmed myself down and stopped reacting to the thousand and one notifications that we get I was able to form coherent sentences and then it did flow... It made me a little sad. Made me sit up and think about how we were leading our lives. Forget the we. How I was leading my life. I honestly LOVE my work but I do need to love my time and my passions too. There are so many things happening around us, so many instances, conversations, moments, that you wish you were able to capture them. Store them lovingly wrapped in paper (not plastic! that's just not warm!).
The little things. The marigold flowers that you buy to decorate your home on Dusshera... The rangoli design that I downloaded on my phone from a Mandala-designs inspired blog... The time I took out to get myself pampered on a weekend at a spa... The gorgeous dress and makeup that I did for an event in the city... The organized closets, the new goodies I bought myself online, the 4 meals I made when I was down with a cold... The flowers that suddenly land up at work... The conversations with cousins across the cities... Each moment that adds color and warmth to your lives!
Writing is therapeutic... I should do this more often. :)
And so I decided the easiest thing to do would be to write. That's simple right? You used to write, you stopped doing it, just pick up the pen (or stare at the keyboard) and your fingers will do the rest... Your brain will make the connections and the words will flow... Weirdly, that's not how it happened. I kept staring at the white space that is my blog draft and wondering where I should begin. It wasn't writer's block technically because in a few minutes when I'd calmed myself down and stopped reacting to the thousand and one notifications that we get I was able to form coherent sentences and then it did flow... It made me a little sad. Made me sit up and think about how we were leading our lives. Forget the we. How I was leading my life. I honestly LOVE my work but I do need to love my time and my passions too. There are so many things happening around us, so many instances, conversations, moments, that you wish you were able to capture them. Store them lovingly wrapped in paper (not plastic! that's just not warm!).
The little things. The marigold flowers that you buy to decorate your home on Dusshera... The rangoli design that I downloaded on my phone from a Mandala-designs inspired blog... The time I took out to get myself pampered on a weekend at a spa... The gorgeous dress and makeup that I did for an event in the city... The organized closets, the new goodies I bought myself online, the 4 meals I made when I was down with a cold... The flowers that suddenly land up at work... The conversations with cousins across the cities... Each moment that adds color and warmth to your lives!
Writing is therapeutic... I should do this more often. :)
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Also, quit your job. :P