When you think you are lucky… all around you, every interaction, every relationship, every day of your life becomes a gift from the universe.
While wishing me on my birthday one of my dearest friends said she hoped I would have a spectacular year. But almost all my years for the better part (or the AWARE part) of my life have been spectacular. Eventful. Full of hope and promises.
I can do a great moaning Myrtle, and boy oh boy can I make a tumour out of a pimple! But even in my most abject phases of depression, I don’t think of myself as anything less than lucky.
Learning to be aware…
My childhood is a blur of vying for attention and getting the wrong or unwelcome kind. For that I am grateful, as it gave me time to think, to watch, to read.
Around 12-14 is when I started thinking of ‘myself’. Realising who I was. Thanks to three dear friends (2 of whom are still in my life) and two amazing teachers. Their attention and engagement with me made me aware of who I was. A favour I try and pay forward till date. To make a friend, a stranger, an acquaintance aware of themselves.
In a few weeks I will wrap up an incredible almost-9-year stint with something I helped establish and build. I am childishly excited and thrilled about embarking on the new phase of my career.
More of that in my next post. For now it’s just THANK YOU world!