Yeah, so the new year technically began with a marital squabble and insufficient sleep. The meteorological department had predicted a cold, foggy day, so an outing to the Lodhi gardens was out of question. With these many negative events happening even before sunrise, was her very first day of the year going to begin on a bitter note? Was it only going to spiral downwards?
Optimism didn't come naturally to her, but at no cost would she allow January 1 to be jinxed. No, she would take matters in her hands.
She would go out to the dining table and engage in the most joyful of activities - creating copper-wire jewelry. She would not only complete her clients' orders, she would treat herself to making a pair of grey earrings (her first ever grey ones!!!) for herself, and a couple of coral-chip earrings.
She told herself to not worry about the future of these earrings, not this day at least. After all, the pursuit of joy is why she even has her line of jewelry. And then way too many ideas have flashed in her mind, about 95% of them not even being converted to a physical manifestation because of her self-imposed practicality.
Yet another worry to ditch for the day would be that which comes with the guilt of having ignored one's domestic duties. Okay, out of compulsive urges, she'll still run one lot of laundry in her prized, fully-automatic Haier washing machine. And she won't even start her day without, what she calls, straightening up the house. But she'll certainly not ...... not....... not what? Not nothing. She'll ditch nothing that comes compulsively to her. Poor self-control has been her nemesis since as long as she remembers.
Optimism didn't come naturally to her, but at no cost would she allow January 1 to be jinxed. No, she would take matters in her hands.
She would go out to the dining table and engage in the most joyful of activities - creating copper-wire jewelry. She would not only complete her clients' orders, she would treat herself to making a pair of grey earrings (her first ever grey ones!!!) for herself, and a couple of coral-chip earrings.
She told herself to not worry about the future of these earrings, not this day at least. After all, the pursuit of joy is why she even has her line of jewelry. And then way too many ideas have flashed in her mind, about 95% of them not even being converted to a physical manifestation because of her self-imposed practicality.
Yet another worry to ditch for the day would be that which comes with the guilt of having ignored one's domestic duties. Okay, out of compulsive urges, she'll still run one lot of laundry in her prized, fully-automatic Haier washing machine. And she won't even start her day without, what she calls, straightening up the house. But she'll certainly not ...... not....... not what? Not nothing. She'll ditch nothing that comes compulsively to her. Poor self-control has been her nemesis since as long as she remembers.
No comments:
Post a Comment