Just Another Day In My Life
It’s not always that I think of sharing about my day.
Today was different.
I slept late last night and woke up on time for Yoga. After last night’s rain, the morning was pleasant and cycling in the peaceful, still getting-up-to-work and school atmosphere was relaxing. In ten minutes, I gave my lungs a lot of fresh air. At least, I think so.
Yoga was an intermediate class but today’s instructor made it intense. As I hadn’t attended her class in many days, I wasn’t sure what to expect. We ended up with 3 sets of 4 different types of crunches 60-30-20-10 times. I can’t really explain that better but if one day’s workout could change things, my stomach would show up flat, my legs and arms toned, may be a six pack or whatever that is known for women. But yes, the workout almost killed me. Almost! Nah! I cycled back home in mild morning traffic and then started the usual running around to get things ready for work.
I have explained this before but internet for me is like water. Okay – not exactly but still very much a necessity. I log-in first thing in the morning to clear my work emails and to get an idea of how my day will look like. Then usual social media time to check messages and answer personal mails. Today fell flat on its face and this was just the day picking up. 8:20am. No internet made me run to the modem zillion times to switch it on and off. Hope.
What was I worried about?
I come home to log-in to work calls and being connected in the evening is very important to me. Luckily there were no calls today but it’s hard to convince myself that survival was possible. I had some work to finish and, of course, a bit of writing. You may think, I could have stayed back at the office to finish my work. But there’s a catch. If I don’t come home on time, my help wouldn’t be able to clean up the kitchen. Now that means no cooking the next day, which means buying lunch at work and cooking at night. It’s all related.
I digress. I was home at the usual time and connected via hot-spot to finish a bit of work and called it a day around 7:00 pm. Now here’s where the real thing begins. When at home, I need internet or a book. Today, the moment I logged off I started feeling sleepy and with a book in my hand I dozed off. Yes, you are getting it right. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, laundry, watching TV – nothing interests me.
For my good luck, the Airtel technician came over to fix the connection. Rats had nibbled the wires at some place that had resulted in my connection being thrown out of the gear. The moment my laptop got connected I stopped feeling sleepy and this post is a free write today.
With A to Z approaching, I am investing my time to write those posts and March seems to be lean on other writing pieces. But yes, writing for me is that uninterrupted time with myself. A time when thoughts flow and I keep penning them down.
Who is witnessing when I write? May be I am from the outside – observing how I sit, never in a right posture or letting my finger tap the keyboard fast so that the thoughts don’t escape my mind. But yes, writing is not necessarily an act of solitude. When I write I am continuously reading and trying to assess if my reader will be able to resonate with my thoughts.
Back to today, I am glad life seems to be back on track with the net up and running and this little snippet from my day is ready for you to read. Before I get to dinner and wrap up my day, my two cents – never get worked up over things that happen during the day. All you need is a good night’s sleep to get up fresh and start another day in life.
How was your day?