15 good things to do EVERYDAY. 

1. Push yourself to get up before the rest of the world – start with 9am, then 8am, then 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. Go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

2. Push yourself to fall asleep earlier – start with 12pm, then 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. Wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

3. Get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. Fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. Sit and eat it and do nothing else.

4. Stretch. Start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. Stretch your fingers. Stretch everything.

5. Buy a 1L water bottle. Start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

6. Buy a beautiful diary and a black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. No detail is too small.

7. Strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. Put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. Make your bed in full.

8. Organise your room. Fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, clean the floor. Light a beautiful scented candle.

9. Have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. Wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth, lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

10. Push yourself to go for a walk. Take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. Smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. Pet a dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. Realise you can learn from your dog.

11. Message old friends with personal jokes. Reminisce. Suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. Push yourself to follow through.

12. Think long and hard about what interests you. Crime? Sex? Boarding school? Long-forgotten romance etiquette? Time-travel? Find a book about it and read it. There is a book about literally everything.

13. Become the person you would ideally fall in love with. Let cars merge into your lane when driving. Pay for the train ticket of the person behind you. Smile at strangers. 

14. Stick your tongue out at babies. Compliment people on their cute outfits. Challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. Then two. Then a week. Walk with a straight posture. Look people in the eye. Ask people about their story. Talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 

15. Lie in the sunshine. Daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. Open your eyes. Take small steps to make it happen for you.

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Dear diary.

Dear diary,

Today was different. Today felt different. Maybe it was because today was one of my dear friends birthday. Or maybe because I binge watched a really good series. I don’t know. But it felt​ good. I don’t know how to explain “it”.

So instead, I’ll explain how I feels. It’s how breathing fresh air after sitting in a smokey room for too long feels. Having such moments of clarity feels good. Especially when I’m always surrounded by noise, rush and poisoned thoughts. Thoughts that I can’t escape from. What if I’m not good enough? What if they don’t like me? What if I mess up? What if?

So, today I focused only on the positives.

  • I didn’t fall off the bed while waking up.
  • My phone didn’t fall from my hand all day.
  • I didn’t smoke today 
  • I petted a cute little dog. 
  • I didn’t cancel any plans.
  • I didn’t judge myself when I stood in front of the mirror. 
  • I made everyone in the room laugh with my awkwardness.
  • I spent time with an elderly lady.

These may seem frivolous. Or maybe downright hilarious. But when you’re always looking at things negatively, this is something you learn to appreciate.

This feeling that I’ve got? I don’t want it to go. Ever.

Boom! BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD!!

 

I would like to thank https://lettersthatmatters.wordpress.com (Letters That Matter) for nominating me, https://flauntingmyflawsome.wordpress.com/ (Celestine)  for the Blogger Recognition Award. It’s been an honour.

Rules

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story about how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
6. Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated them and provide a link to the post you created.

How it started?

To be really honest, it all started with an instagram post. I had once posted a picture of me at a party and someone commented about how teenagers are pathetic and don’t know sh**. In response, I posted https://flauntingmyflawsome.wordpress.com/2017/03/09/freedom/ under another picture. One of my friend read it and asked me to start blogging because it really struck a chord with her. Also, I’m a major introvert so I can’t express myself openly most of the time, so it was a win-win for me. I was a bit apprehensive at first because people on the internet can be really mean sometimes but in the end I was like ‘what can go wrong anyway?’ That’s how I make most of my decisions. And seeing the warm welcome I received here (thanks https://metroandlife.wordpress.com/ for making me feel at ease. I was extremely nervous), I’m really glad I did it.

Advice to Bloggers

  1. Be yourself. Yes, I know this is an extremely overused piece of advice but, it’s the only way people can really connect with what you’re saying. If you want your post to resonate with someone, be honest with them and be yourself.
  2. Post for yourself, not them. Let your feelings pour out when you write. Write for yourself. Keep in mind why you started writing in the first place. If you feel strongly about a certain topic, write about it. Your posts should reflect your true image, not the image you want others to see.

Nominations:

https://aestheticgraphy.wordpress.com/

https://sreeblogweb.wordpress.com/

https://avilesbunny.wordpress.com/

https://insideashellsofmemories.wordpress.com/

https://brushandneedleblog.wordpress.com/

https://tanushree0830.wordpress.com/

https://sanchali07wanderer.wordpress.com/

https://themindlessreader.wordpress.com/

https://justelm.wordpress.com/

https://rekhasahay.wordpress.com/

https://letterstolifeweb.wordpress.com/

https://metroandlife.wordpress.com/

https://chaosxdblog.wordpress.com/

https://technocrazian.wordpress.com/

https://wholenewnormal.wordpress.com/

The hardest goodbye.

“Mum! where is Dad…” little Nia asked, as she half opened her eyes; “He left for war dear, he said goodbye to you before leaving…you were sound asleep then…” her mother smiled. “…but I couldn’t say goodbye to him…” she looked as if she would break into tears;” Go out on the terrace and say goodbye looking […]

via Goodbye… — Sreeblogs

About journals and journeys​.

When I was a child, I used to try to keep a journal. I would see all these movies and TV shows (read: Lol and The vampire diaries) where the actors used to fill in their journal everyday and I think to myself ‘I want that’. I want to be able to express myself this freely.

You see, being a introvert meant keeping most of my thoughts to myself and listening to other people more than talking to them. And honestly, after a while, I started hating it. I hated the fact that people thought I didn’t have an opinion, that they didn’t care about my feelings, that they hurt me as if I didn’t matter. And I hated myself for not speaking up. I needed an outlet. And so I started writing. But no, I didn’t make a fancy journal like I wanted to. I wrote my feelings on pieces of papers and hid them. I didn’t want my family to see them. They wouldn’t understand. I didn’t want myself to reread them. It would make me feel pathetic. So I hid them all and never saw them again.

Until recently, when I was cleaning my cupboard. I reread them all. I didn’t feel​ pathetic like I thought I would. I felt proud. I felt happy. I felt strong. I felt lots of things. But not pathetic. I laughed when I read what I had written. Why? Because I grew up to be way differently then I wrote I would​, I have better friends, I don’t hate those people anymore and most importantly, I am happy. I am happy with my introverted self and my friends understand me, I have learnt to stand up for myself and for what​ I believe in and I don’t care about what other people say anymore.

Time and circumstances change you. If you hate yourself, your job, your teachers, your situations or anything else; it’s okay. It gonna pass eventually. You can’t and you won’t hate it forever. Your circumstances make you stronger and time heals you. But it’s like a journey. A journey that is full of potholes and blocked roads. But honestly, it’s a journey you have to be willing to take. You cannot just expect time to heal you. You have to facilitate it to heal you by taking the first step. YOU have to start this journey. YOU have to decide the route. YOU have to select your companions. YOU have to carry your luggage.

YOUR journey is all about YOU.

So, make sure you give it your all. You deserve it and you are worth it.

You label me.

Dear society,

You label me. Why? What goes on in your mind before you do? Do you just look at me from top to bottom and label me accordingly? Or do you label me according to my personality? And again, why?

I wear specs? I must be a nerd. I always cover myself​ up? I must be a prude. I keep my hair short? I must be a lesbian. I like converse? I must be a tomboy. I am fat? I must not be knowing when to stop eating. 

These lables are about my appearance. And oh, how did I forget the lables you put because of my behaviour!?

I talk too less? I don’t have a opinion of my own. I hang out with boys? I am a slut. I don’t​ date? I am unsure about my sexuality. I drink and smoke? I’m asking for attention. I laugh too much? I’m an airhead. I feel too much? I have a heavy baggage.

Why? Why can’t I wear specs because it’s hereditary? Why can’t I cover myself up because I like it that way? Why can’t I keep my hair short because long hair is a hassle for me? Why can’t I like converse because it’s comfortable? Why can’t I be fat because it’s in my genes?

Why can’t talking less mean that I’m an introvert? Why can’t I hang out with boys because it’s less drama? Why can’t I be dateless because I haven’t found the right one? Why can’t I drink and smoke because I want to? Why can’t I laugh if it makes me happy? Why can’t I be emotional if that’s what I want?

Why? Why do you have to label me for everything that I do or say. I am free to choose what I wear, where I go, what I do, who I date, what I like and who I hang out with, without having you judge me and label me.

So don’t. Just leave me alone. Don’t label me. I am not just what you label me as. I am much more than that. I am strongly​ opinionated, free spirited with a kind heart and a beautiful soul. I’m a wonderful person and if someone doesn’t understand this, it’s their problem. You are not an example for me to follow. You are a completely different person than me. I have my own individual personality. I don’t have to love what you love and you don’t have to label me for not being more like you. I am my own person and I refuse to adhere to your rules and standards as to how I should behave.

Love,

A labelled teenager.

Label

The art of giving without expecting.

“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.”

It is often said that there’s no such thing as a selfless act—that any time we do something to help another person, we get something in return. It might not be much. Maybe it’ll just be a warm fuzzy feeling. Or a token of appreciation. But there’s always something.

I know you get that good feels when you help someone else. To me, it is a completely acceptable type of selfishness. What gives me cause for concern are the “little” expectations we often have when we give “selflessly.”

We’ve all been there. You cover for your friend because you know they’ll cover for you. You give your brother 50 ₹, and then keep reminding him of it every time you need a work to be done by him. You help your friend, and then feel bad when she isn’t as supportive as you were. There are tons of examples.

These expectations cause more stress than happiness. They lead to disappointment if the person you helped doesn’t return the kindness, sometimes places a wedge in your​ relationships; makes you feel incredibly guilty about expecting something in return.

Ask your self ‘What do you expect in return of this?’ If the answer is happiness, do it! Otherwise, don’t even think about it.

I’ve made a list of things you can do to show you care and that you are thoughtful, without wanting the receiver​ to return the kindness. Ways where giving is its own reward. (Although I’ve written you, these are things I try.)


1) Let someone tell you a story- without feeling the need to interrupt them, one-up them or tell your own

2) Let someone vent- even if you can’t offer a solution, just lend them your ears and your support.

3) Help someone who is struggling with difficult feelings- by admitting you’ve felt the same way and giving advices to cope with them.

4) Tell someone how they make you feel-even if it makes you feel vulnerable; just to let them know they’re loved and not alone.

5) Hold someone’s hand when they feel vulnerable- to let them know you haven’t abandoned them.

6) Give your undivided attention to the person in front of you- even when you’re tempted to let your thoughts wander; just to show them their words are valuable to you.

7) Accompany someone to an appointment that they’re stressed about or drive them to an interview- when they need support just to help them feel strong.

8) Leave a thoughtful comment on someone’s blog- not to increase your views but rather to show them how their blog affected you and made you feel

9) Tell someone you believe in them- even if they haven’t always shown you the same support.

10) Tell someone that you know they meant well- instead of using their mistake as an opportunity to make them feel guilty.

None of us is always kind. Human nature dictates, we always give with one eye on what we receive. And it’s okay as long as we put a conscious effort in doing something for someone just for the sake of doing it; without expectations.

Not expecting doesn’t mean you’re​ giving other people permission to treat you thoughtlessly. It means you’re​ checking​ your motivations and giving because you want to, and then asking for things directly when you need them. People who care about you will be there for you.

What would you do just to show that you care?