Beginnings

Beginnings --Dreams remain just so, here is the reason why

Procrastination is the thief of Time.

We all know it,yet how many are guilty of doing just this.The justification is manifold,too tired,too busy,too scared to start,no idea how to go about doing what we want to,we find so many reasons to postpone.
Take my own example.I have always wanted to start my blog and pen my words but invented so many reasons to postpone it,All that was needed was a quick search and following a few steps,but it took me almost a year to set it up.
My confidence is my ability to see things through.This has been my strength so I would wait for the moment when postponing was not an option by setting deadlines,it works every time.Remember as kids- the only time we really studied was when exams were just around the corner- ha ha..

I still wait for the moment to hit me,it is like someone just jabbed the START button,hey presto the work is done in record time.But left to myself,postponing seems the option.It is almost like a guilty pleasure-like reading a book,listening to music,watching a TV show,swinging languorously on the hammock in my Zen garden,even as the sink is full of dishes,the laundry room is overflowing,the house needs a vacuum,the dinning table is full of books,the grocery shopping needs to be put away..you get the drift....

Oh ,here I am writing away,the family will be home soon,,PANIC BUTTON..dashing to the washroom,the clothes are dumped into the washer which whirrs on a extra load..
The dishes are in the dishwasher in extra quick time..all done and set..squelch,groan and off it goes..

The new Kirby washer promised polished home in under 10 minutes,time to test it..where to start,,of course the hall,mind on what to do next,the study,dinning room,the kitchen all done in under 7 minutes...well I am on a roll...humming a tune,the mail is sorted,the dinning table cleared,the books put away,the coffee is perking,snacks ready,lets have some music,some indoor scentsy fragrance,hey fresh flowers,pull down the drapes,sort the mail...

The washing is done,sort,fold,stack,dump in each ones room.The dishes dry--.quick- sort/stack...
The coffee is ready,snacks on the table..
A quick shower,dash of perfume,twist hair into a braid,smear lipstick,pull on my bright blue form fitting Indian clothes...

The garage door squeals open..husband home.run to open the door.he looks exhausted.

'Something smells good, honey' his face lights up seeing my smiling serene face.
Radiant in silky blue, smelling the gentle,fragrant jasmine,he is transported to his home in Kerala-Gods own country..

'Here,I will put away the stuff,go on shower and come down.Navathri time..chundal and sooji on the table..of course you can have coffee..just brewed' she says calmly.

Ah ha..this is life,,he relaxes as she runs a hand through his salt pepper wavy hair,draining away the million thoughts and stress of working as the head of an International project,deadlines,execution time,run delays,trouble shooting..forgetting it all he closes his eyes and is in Fantasy land.
The children come dashing in ,she heads them off to the guest room,hears out their daily grind,sends them off to shower ,snack ,study time and off to play with the neighbors..

Music,food,a wonderful family..all running like clockwork..she sits down,a smile on her face ,eyes misting..
He did not even look at me..she counts his gentle snores.
She pens her thoughts,her dream of publishing her work-progressing.
Such is life in a far off land.





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