A Day in my Life

This year, surprisingly for me, more people talked and posted about Autumn/Fall or October being a phase of transition and how it should be taken slowly.

I was so sure of this season being so great. Opening opportunities, making things easy, building routines, and everything nice. Luckily, it has been kind to me, and I have found my routine. But with this, it has also shown loss of and for many. Be it losing a soul to the heavens or losing a partner to I don’t-know-what-to-call-it, Misconceptions? Suffocation? I don’t know! Maybe it was good for them, but it is scary for others who listen to the news. I want to and then don’t want to name it “fear” because our energies tend to attract fear and it happens. So why fear something and invite it when it might never happen!

I have had my days of questioning life and feeling everything from sad to angry to scared and everything a human goes through. But I keep my emotions, good or bad, to a day only. I have learned to not make them exceed that. My sleep is my restart button and the next day I wake up as a detoxed person. This is the only best strategy that keeps one sane. I know people will say now how it doesn’t apply to all. Well, it didn’t work with me too! I had to make an effort, build this routine so it starts coming naturally to me. It is like any other habit you build; a habit that does not make you feel worked up like brushing or combing. The more naturally it comes, the longer it’ll stay.

So anyway, my day starts with letting the sun in through the windows. I stand on the balcony for a minute every morning- I have developed this certain awe-fullness for the sky. New shades, new tones every day! Trust me, the morning sun is the best! And I also need this because if my things and house don’t get enough sunlight and air, they start smelling wet to me? (You know what I mean?)

Then there’s a glass of warm water, a cup of coffee, sorting the kitchen, either cooking (because our meals last two days as we only eat one proper meal in dinner) or ironing or cleaning. Then there’s a ritual of calling our parents daily which I have started to like too because what else can two people do? Then there’s office work which starts with sorting the emails, then getting each task done which I have already written a day before or early the same day because I just write. Writing stuff was a practice that was followed in my home be it writing ration or daily tasks or budgeting- everything was written as a reminder so that just continued after marriage too.

I always do work before the deadline and always submit when I’m expected to (neither early nor late) This helps in days where I have no creativity in me, I don’t work so I just Netflix and chill. And with minor fruit churning, French-toast-craving, and praying and practicing gratitude, the day comes to a point of sunset. We either go out for a walk or go to a gym, come back, and have dinner. Then there’s another ritual of some dessert eating, alongside which we watch something nice and then sleep early.

The point of sharing all this is to reinsure that a routine can be made and adjusted, priorities can be made, habits can be made or changed, and aligning your thoughts yourself is the only answer.

Happy transitioning, everyone! See you once it gets a bit colder.