I just returned home from an awesome day. This week of April is the busiest week of our year. I did not think it through before taking up the challenge. We went on a drive on the Pacific Coast Highway (my fav) which led us to this Hindu temple in Malibu and we ended the night with an amazing dinner at this famous Thai place on the highway, facing the ocean. I am super tired and I have to sleep in early for an exciting day tomorrow. So, I literally have 5 minutes to type this blog post to stay loyal to the writing challenge.
What is a pet peeve? Something that a particular person finds especially annoying.
My top 3 pet peeves are mostly self-explanatory and they annoy the shit out of me.
1. Passive aggressive behavior.
If you have something you want to say, just say it. If you have something you want to do, do it as long as its acceptable. Don’t linger around or throw indirect daggers at me through your actions or via stupid posts on social media. I hate it when people do that but at the same time, I don’t do anything about it in order to avoid giving that stupid person a sense of gratification. Have the balls to have an open conversation about it, like mature adults.
2. Loud eaters people chewing their food with their mouths open is my least likable thing ever.
People chewing their food with their mouths open is my least likable thing ever. I’d prefer pin drop silence while eating. I lose my appetite with all the weird slurps and crunches. Oh, I cannot tell you how much I hate it when someone is staring at my plate, it gets worse when they comment on the food I am eating. I could just stop eating.
3. Uninformed geniuses
We all know that one person (or people) who don’t know what they are talking about but have all world’s confidence in fanatically believing in their bullshit. You may call it a one-sided argument or a one-sided understanding of things, but to me, it is straight out insensitive, vague, ridiculous, and majorly off-putting. I hate it when people don’t know what they’re saying but they’re just unstoppable.
There! my 3 major pet peeves.
Until next time,
Spread love and kindness,
I told you I end up being late but manage to meet the deadline somehow. It’s birthday week at our home and you fail to notice the time when you’re having fun, don’t you? Please excuse my rush and innocent mistakes. I had a hard time deciding which one to pick, thanks to my sharp memory of conversations. I should call it selective too. I decided to share both.
I earned my Masters’ degree in Communication Studies from a university in Southern California. I was pregnant and in the middle of a lot, personally and professionally. I was teaching two classes of public speaking (back-to-back) and I had my own Grad seminar to attend and excel in. One of my problems is I do not settle for anything but the best. I take things seriously and I work towards getting better, beating my old score or experience. I am always competing with myself, that’s the good part. Anyhow, all odds worked against my favor but I was stubborn on finishing my thesis. I couldn’t get myself to write and stick to my own timeline, I have a long list of things to blame including my pregnancy hormones. However, one day I decided that enough is enough and I am going to get through this. I sat day and night for a week and wrote my entire thesis. I met my faculty members at a major communication’s conference in Las Vegas just 2 days before I was to submit my final draft. Oh, I presented my research at that conference, drove all the way up to Vegas, when I was pregnant. It was a big deal for me. I had already sent the draft to my committee chair and when I told that to my professor over dinner, he said, “you don’t give up, do you?”. Although, I smiled when he said that to me but within I beamed with pride and I would give myself a warm hug if I could. I have been told that I don’t give up easily on myself a few times after this incident. One of the other prominent times was when my doctor told me the same thing while I insisted on pushing more, even after 4 hours of active pushing. I delivered my healthy baby safely and surrendered the moment I heard his cry. I haven’t forgotten the golden words, “you don’t give up, do you?”.
As promised, I said I’d share two things that someone told me about myself that I did not forget. My mother once said to me, “You love too much and too hard, Pooja.”
Something to think about. Something to talk about sometime later I guess. Well, this is something someone told me about myself that I never forgot, I hope I never do.
Until next time,
Spread love and kindness,
Hello my wonderful people,
Today, I am going to share with you ten things that make me happy. I am a simple girl and I am super easy to please (My husband agrees). Sometimes, when someone is happy in the little things of life, it is hard to condense those little things into a list of just 10. For the purpose of the writing challenge, I will stick to just 10. Here are the things that make me happy:
10. Crossing tasks off my to-do list
This is probably one of those weird nerdy quirks that give me a bit of a high. That strike of a pen on a bullet task list like a boss is such a pleasure. I have always been a latecomer, not by choice but by chance. No matter how hard I plan, I mostly end up rushing and having panic attacks as I get closer to a task. Although there are days when I have my “A game” on and boy o boy, do I nail it or what? I always manage to meet my deadline with good quality work and it makes me so happy. It makes me so happy to get things done. Continue reading “List 10 things that make you happy.”
So, recently I came across this 30-day writing challenge prompt and debated on whether or not I should take it up. I don’t know if you can tell but I am not too comfortable with putting myself ‘out there’ and this prompt is all about that. T-M-I to the core! I should be partially (or totally) narcissistic to actually believe that there are people out there interested in knowing who I am, what I do, and what I like, I am not. In addition, I am not sure if I have the time to write daily. Now that I think about it, I think I have the time (the golden baby nap time when I usually write my blogs) but I am nervous about missing a day or two, thanks to my intuitive nature. I usually blog, paint, or doodle when I feel like it. My creative juices flow out the minute a plan flows in. I once thought of pre-planning what I write and I can tell you, it was one of my most embarrassing works. the same is with my paintings. Also, this is a “daily challenge”. Daily? There are days when I forget to take a shower, how am I going to remember this? You see this? I am far from being decisive.
But the bright side to this scenario is that I need something like this right now to grasp the flow and have some control on my creative side. I hope this challenge enhances my daily writing habit, my discipline and dedication, and how to be able to let go and still be in control. I started bullet journaling too. There is so much I want to do ever since I had the epiphany of making happiness my goal, not perfection. That’s my mommy mantra too.
So, here is a new challenge. Stay tuned to this label to get a sneak-peak into my world.
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Note: I failed at keeping up with the challenge. Courtesy time management, new parenting, baby, dog, academics, and work. Fail! But I do manage to take prompts from here and there and write at my own pace.
Until next time,
Spread love and kindness,
I mentioned in one of my previous posts that planning and I have a complicated relationship. I like order but along with the beautiful perks of motherhood came this ultra-thin patience level. When we got Happy, our 2-year-old puppy-son, both my husband and I discovered this brand new sense of patience. We liked it. He made us calmer and we had this ‘so what?’ attitude to most things. They said it will only get better after a child. Nope! It didn’t. I think we got a different version of it all. We are calmer, as we were when Happy came into our lives but with our baby, we’ve learned to choose our battles. If it’s not affecting our day, then we will hardly bother about it but if it is affecting our immediate circumstances, then, boy o boy! As you can see, the status of my relationship with planning, order, and patience is complicated. Continue reading “Motherhood induced chillness”