A year and a half....
had just buzzed by. And what does the report read?
A change in location, occupation, perspective, attitude, temparement (not really)
from a working woman to a home maker
from managing a nuclear family and a demanding job to managing a joint family and an all male one at that!!!
From being a woman to becoming a Mother....the BIG one.
Every day i make mental notes to write down my feelings, to emote through notes, but that doesnt happen. Instead iam busy planning the next meal.
my spare hours are spent to try and catch a few winks, to grab some energy to battle the boring chores in place for the rest of the day.
Not that I am cinder ella carrying out everything single handedly, with the help of animal friends. I am blessed on that count. A doting father -in law, more like my father who helps me in every possible way, regardless of age catching up with him (He is 74 and going strong) God bless him!
Yet, can making a few rotis and cooking the perfect recipe, bring joy to the heart as penning a few lines that challenge the creative side in me?
Can bringing food to the table on the dot, finisnhing chores before the powr cut, keeping the house spick and span bring forth the same adrenaline rush as leading a team to complete a challenging project within the timeline?
At the risk of sounding silly, i think aloud.
It is i have realised, simply a matter of the grass being green on the other side.
When you are at homke, you want to hit the work cubicle.
When you are at the work cubicle, you want to spend time at home, lookign after it and nurturing it. Isnt family everything/. What am i doing here? you ask yourself.
And so the battle rages on. It will, till i pull myself above it and get the larger view of life and living.
had just buzzed by. And what does the report read?
A change in location, occupation, perspective, attitude, temparement (not really)
from a working woman to a home maker
from managing a nuclear family and a demanding job to managing a joint family and an all male one at that!!!
From being a woman to becoming a Mother....the BIG one.
Every day i make mental notes to write down my feelings, to emote through notes, but that doesnt happen. Instead iam busy planning the next meal.
my spare hours are spent to try and catch a few winks, to grab some energy to battle the boring chores in place for the rest of the day.
Not that I am cinder ella carrying out everything single handedly, with the help of animal friends. I am blessed on that count. A doting father -in law, more like my father who helps me in every possible way, regardless of age catching up with him (He is 74 and going strong) God bless him!
Yet, can making a few rotis and cooking the perfect recipe, bring joy to the heart as penning a few lines that challenge the creative side in me?
Can bringing food to the table on the dot, finisnhing chores before the powr cut, keeping the house spick and span bring forth the same adrenaline rush as leading a team to complete a challenging project within the timeline?
At the risk of sounding silly, i think aloud.
It is i have realised, simply a matter of the grass being green on the other side.
When you are at homke, you want to hit the work cubicle.
When you are at the work cubicle, you want to spend time at home, lookign after it and nurturing it. Isnt family everything/. What am i doing here? you ask yourself.
And so the battle rages on. It will, till i pull myself above it and get the larger view of life and living.
