Change is scary! But it is inevitable, isn't it? You cannot avoid change, just prepare yourself better. And besides, when you know things are not moving in the direction you would like them to, when is the best time to take action? When is the best time to take charge of your life and take it in the direction you want to go?
I know this sounds cryptic, but that's the most I can say without giving away too much. Until next time, don't change too much! ;)

Things we pass on to the next generation...

I am listening to the Nursery Rhymes by Preeti Sagar, and I'm getting a little nostalgic. I had a cassette (remember those?) and would listen to these songs all day long. So much, that when I had my baby, or rather when I was pregnant with him, I started singing these songs to him. I am so happy to see that I have not only passed my love of music to him, but also my favorite songs!

I was finally able to start sewing - atleast cutting the pattern - for my dress. My cousin is getting married in a month and I have this ambitious plan to sew my dress out of the Sari I wore for my engagement. That was about 7-8 years ago. I have never worn that Sari again. So it is in a very good condition. If I get to finish it time and take some pictures, I'll upload them. Hopefully, I will be able to find a before picture to go with it!

So to continue my gripe about not finding the peace and quiet to write my cover letter... I have come up with a perfect solution. I'm sitting at my local gym. They have a wonderful daycare center. It is basically to help you stay in shape, but I'm using them (yes, I admit), so that my baby is safe while I go job hunting... virtually, of course.

I just hope they don't call me out on that! *Keeping my fingers crossed*

Trying to get back into the game, so to speak. It's really tough to articulate and create complete sentences that do not use words like "No!" or "don't touch that", or even "where's the baby?

I could blame it on hormones, or age, but I think it's just spending too much time with my baby. And the funny part is that I would not trade that (spending time with my baby), with anything else. Funny how priorities change!

A morning of Yoga is the best way to start the week. This morning was no different. I have seen that every yoga session that I attend is mysteriously planned around my needs. It's as if they know more about my body and what it needs than me! I guess, that's no surprise, considering how little time I have these days to look after myself. The only indulgence i have allowed myself is doing Yoga once or twice (if I'm lucky, even three times) a week.