I am a planner. I love having to know how my day will go. I like a blueprint, a draft or a page to let my week go by. I may be a nerd by commercial opinion but that's just how I roll. The reason is one because it comes naturally to me and also that I tend to get VERY lazy. If I don't make myself do certain chores, at the end of the day I am in a spot.
I am not a perfectionist. I don't like tangents or completeness but I like direction. I usually tend to get my wits about and make sure I have time to do things which are important for health of mind and body. Like working out or reading. Mind you I love these. But managing a home of two and half men(husband,brother and my son) is not easy when you are a bookworm, a movie freak, a wannabe blogger and a dreamer. I mean I sometimes just like to sit with a cup of tea and dream or long for places, get lost in nostalgia or end up envying someone's pics (yes I can be juvenile like that).
So before I drift away, the point is that as much as I can be lazy, I also make a pretty good Mayor of my life. This trait is all good except when you don't live in the moment and when you dont allow yourself to filter out not-so-important things.
For Example. Today, after a busy week of late night dinners, tired evenings and haphazard reading times, I managed to have moment with my husband and kid. We were talking and retiring for the noon nap. We were talking about weekend and then shifted to fun, gusty babble. My spiral bound mind,however, immediately wanted to list 4 things I had to do in the evening, one of them was watching Shah Rukh's talk on Film Companion. Yes it sounds ridiculous and I am a homemaker not UN Secretary General. I don't demean myself when I say that every role has its depth, but really, how swamped am I to not differentiate merry from mar-mari?
To be honest,24 hours is long enough. Its the to-do page of my mind which is longer. Most of it perceived than necessary. Too many links bookmarked, too many movies out there to watch. I am proud of my TBRs (that's To Be Read, for the unfortunate people who don't read *smirking* ) but I am not proud that I also have a waiting 'Cart' of books on my Amazon account which is directly proportional to the length of TBR. The more I read the more I buy and the more I hoard. Let me tell you here that money is not so much the issue, but its the dhai kilo ka haath pressure on my head which tells me ...MORE... GET....ACHIEVE.
I crie.
Whom should I blame... The media? My bookmarks? Me? The apps which promises to make life easy but only add up? Celebrities and politicians? (since we blame them for everything) Arnab?
And hence I just made a blame list! Another list. Kudos.
I am not a perfectionist. I don't like tangents or completeness but I like direction. I usually tend to get my wits about and make sure I have time to do things which are important for health of mind and body. Like working out or reading. Mind you I love these. But managing a home of two and half men(husband,brother and my son) is not easy when you are a bookworm, a movie freak, a wannabe blogger and a dreamer. I mean I sometimes just like to sit with a cup of tea and dream or long for places, get lost in nostalgia or end up envying someone's pics (yes I can be juvenile like that).
So before I drift away, the point is that as much as I can be lazy, I also make a pretty good Mayor of my life. This trait is all good except when you don't live in the moment and when you dont allow yourself to filter out not-so-important things.
For Example. Today, after a busy week of late night dinners, tired evenings and haphazard reading times, I managed to have moment with my husband and kid. We were talking and retiring for the noon nap. We were talking about weekend and then shifted to fun, gusty babble. My spiral bound mind,however, immediately wanted to list 4 things I had to do in the evening, one of them was watching Shah Rukh's talk on Film Companion. Yes it sounds ridiculous and I am a homemaker not UN Secretary General. I don't demean myself when I say that every role has its depth, but really, how swamped am I to not differentiate merry from mar-mari?
To be honest,24 hours is long enough. Its the to-do page of my mind which is longer. Most of it perceived than necessary. Too many links bookmarked, too many movies out there to watch. I am proud of my TBRs (that's To Be Read, for the unfortunate people who don't read *smirking* ) but I am not proud that I also have a waiting 'Cart' of books on my Amazon account which is directly proportional to the length of TBR. The more I read the more I buy and the more I hoard. Let me tell you here that money is not so much the issue, but its the dhai kilo ka haath pressure on my head which tells me ...MORE... GET....ACHIEVE.
I crie.
Whom should I blame... The media? My bookmarks? Me? The apps which promises to make life easy but only add up? Celebrities and politicians? (since we blame them for everything) Arnab?
And hence I just made a blame list! Another list. Kudos.
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