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What is a girl to do?
She is to do taxes, bills, clean up, car inspections and all the assorted administrative chores of everyday life. And manage to convince everyone, including herself that she is a productive and contributive member of the work force. All this while analyzing the world, her words and her actions and shopping for a comfortable and not-bad-looking jeans. It is a hard life.
It was a strange sorta day. Nothing particularly joyous - in fact, in many ways it was more of the same. Loads of work to do, a realization that the time is never going to be enough, uncertainty over how to tackle issues at work while still managing to do all one wants to do. But somehow through all this, there was a strange Zen. A feeling of being just about whelmed - not overwhelmed in any fashion. And once I made it home and got through a mini workout which accidentally included some cardio - I blame it on the fun Bollywood playlist that I setup to go along with my fun with weights - there came over me this general mood of happiness. Of things being right and good. Happiness for family, old and young, for friends, for Spring, for balcony views, for a fairly organized house, for Mohd Rafi's wonderful voice. Of course, we all know that whenever this happens, it just means that Fate is waiting in the wings to sock you in the eye (as has been proved time and again to Bertie Wooster) but that's a post for a different day, isn't it?
On that note, Goodnight, me hearties.
She is to do taxes, bills, clean up, car inspections and all the assorted administrative chores of everyday life. And manage to convince everyone, including herself that she is a productive and contributive member of the work force. All this while analyzing the world, her words and her actions and shopping for a comfortable and not-bad-looking jeans. It is a hard life.
It was a strange sorta day. Nothing particularly joyous - in fact, in many ways it was more of the same. Loads of work to do, a realization that the time is never going to be enough, uncertainty over how to tackle issues at work while still managing to do all one wants to do. But somehow through all this, there was a strange Zen. A feeling of being just about whelmed - not overwhelmed in any fashion. And once I made it home and got through a mini workout which accidentally included some cardio - I blame it on the fun Bollywood playlist that I setup to go along with my fun with weights - there came over me this general mood of happiness. Of things being right and good. Happiness for family, old and young, for friends, for Spring, for balcony views, for a fairly organized house, for Mohd Rafi's wonderful voice. Of course, we all know that whenever this happens, it just means that Fate is waiting in the wings to sock you in the eye (as has been proved time and again to Bertie Wooster) but that's a post for a different day, isn't it?
On that note, Goodnight, me hearties.
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