Lock-down lessons
Above all frustrations and fear, the lockdown has taught me a valuable lesson.
To pause.
All my life I was afraid to pause. To live life in ‘suspended animation’ (I quote a friend here). I always need adventures to thrive on. And every time life seemed mundane, I hopped on the next superfast express.
Life has never disappointed me. Through all the heartbreaks and betrayal, I always managed to see the brighter side, learn, and move on (or pretend to).
I have been trying to find comfort in mundane for a while now. Comfort in a 6-year old job, and love in a 7-year old marriage.
Every time the office boy asks me if everything is fine after I go back after a break, I feel home.
I feel loved when every morning, my husband plants a peck on my cheek before leaving for work. And on days when he avoids doing that (because I am mad at him), my daughter will not let him go without giving a ‘Puchi’ to Ma.
And the lockdown has taught me to notice and value that mundane routine.
To pause. Reflect. Breathe. Find happiness in mundane things.
Like watching a flower bloom in my balcony.
Watching my daughter waking up to find daddy at home
Laughing at Tom & Jerry
Painting an apple brown and leaves blue
Calling friends and relatives you haven’t called for ages
Checking on family
A hug when work calls get frustrating or the email exchanges seem never-ending
A foot massage and Black Label after a long day
Now I no longer yearn to go to the Himalayas every month to sip tea and stargaze.
I do it every evening from my balcony.
To pause.
All my life I was afraid to pause. To live life in ‘suspended animation’ (I quote a friend here). I always need adventures to thrive on. And every time life seemed mundane, I hopped on the next superfast express.
Life has never disappointed me. Through all the heartbreaks and betrayal, I always managed to see the brighter side, learn, and move on (or pretend to).
I have been trying to find comfort in mundane for a while now. Comfort in a 6-year old job, and love in a 7-year old marriage.
Every time the office boy asks me if everything is fine after I go back after a break, I feel home.
I feel loved when every morning, my husband plants a peck on my cheek before leaving for work. And on days when he avoids doing that (because I am mad at him), my daughter will not let him go without giving a ‘Puchi’ to Ma.
And the lockdown has taught me to notice and value that mundane routine.
To pause. Reflect. Breathe. Find happiness in mundane things.
Like watching a flower bloom in my balcony.
Watching my daughter waking up to find daddy at home
Laughing at Tom & Jerry
Painting an apple brown and leaves blue
Calling friends and relatives you haven’t called for ages
Checking on family
A hug when work calls get frustrating or the email exchanges seem never-ending
A foot massage and Black Label after a long day
Now I no longer yearn to go to the Himalayas every month to sip tea and stargaze.
I do it every evening from my balcony.
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