Ever wonder why you make the choices you do?
Or the repercussions of the decisions you make?
I do. Time and again. And reach the same conclusion every single time.
By nature, I love to talk and vent it out each time I feel like a pressure cooker.

The quickest fish that will take me for bait sits less than three meters away. He is none other than my better half. You can imagine what a palace I live in. It may not be Antilia where the hubby can find enough time to abscond from my compulsive verbal diarrhea before I find what floor he is hiding on. Instead, we are talking three meters. Hence, his go to escape routes include – gesturing to me he is in a meeting; something I respectfully grit my teeth over. Or sending me a Seth Godin post.

For the clear lack of of other options this morning, he packed me off to Seth Godin. As a result, all of you here are going to be at the receiving end of my rants. Okay I promise to go easy, lest you unfollow me.

I was full of beans this morning. Plenty on my plate – assignment completion of a Digital Marketing Diploma I am pursuing, writing a blog on a recent holiday, working out a marketing plan for the launch of my debut fiction!

Oops did I give it away? Well, yes, I will share more about the book in days to come.

But for now, back to venting it all out. In the middle of such mountains to climb, cooking makes it’s way too. It makes me h-angry that mundane chores like cooking, cleaning, children and husband have to hijack my amygdala on a daily basis. Can’t I outsource these menial jobs?

As a matter of fact, I can. But picture this – I am sitting an immaculately clean room. No soft toys on the floor. No last minute rejected textbooks before school hanging out on the piano. And piping hot breakfast being served to me like royalty. While all I do is sit in my balcony, laptop on my desk, sipping away tea every hour, feeling in awe of the green lawn spread out in front of my eyes, weaving up story after story and getting it published!

‘Paunnnnnn….’

That was the sound of the buzzer meant to shake me and you off that day dream. How very plastic!

Over the years, I have come to meet the real me. On paper, I like the scene I described. But in the real world, I love being the hands-on mother hovering over her children, making sure they are firmly rooted to the Indian race. I love being a pain in the existence of the better half who is more married to his work, cricket and podcasts than to me. I love to cook creative but lip-smacking, healthy meals for my family. And it is in my most chaotic state that writing happens. I do not need to think, I do not need to plan, I do not need to wrap my head around a clean slate.

And now for the drum roll. Despite my ego taking a huge beating, I have to admit that being redirected to Seth Godin time and again has served me well. Am I publicly thanking the husband? That’s the price one pays for being the truthful wife.

P.S. So, we all make some decisions on a daily basis. Sometimes, we call them impulsive. But here’s what I have realised – We only do those things that serve us right. I have learnt there is a method to my madness. Too much to do, too little time, and with the daily grind driving me up the wall – I feel I have my formula for success. I only thrive when the world around me is falling apart. And I have decided to give you a piece of my chaotic pie everyday.

Btw, What drives you up the wall?