How Important is it?
Take a walk first thing every morning. Or better: a jog.
Read an hour a night. Eat by 8. Social media last-check at 9. Only a half-hour of Netflix, if that. Leave phone and laptop outside the bedroom at 10. Visualize goals for ten minutes. End the day at midnight latest.
Be mindful during meals. Each morsel chewed 32 times.
Take an hour Sunday night to create task lists for the week. Optimize work hours toward career goals. Optimize leisure hours towards personal goals.
Always budget for the month ahead and stick to it strictly. Limit leisure to 10% of income. Tax-optimize life. Eliminate impulse spending. Resist last-minute plane tickets. Every rupee counts. Donate, even, only once a month.
Intersperse drinks with glasses of water. Stop at 3 no matter what — inhibitions exist for a reason. haha.
Take the following supplements every day: B9, B12, cod-liver oil, primrose oil, Vitamin C for immunity, calcium for bones. Once a week: face-mask, shave/tweeze/wax, paint nails sometimes, exfoliate — conventional beauty is a practical advantage.
Rigorously track menstrual cycle — no stains, no surprises. Eat accordingly — cut sugar, dairy, caffeine, in the week leading up to the period. Journal or therapy away every PMS emotion-excess instead of making snap decisions and snapping and snacking. Even though the most painful cramps and backaches, work performance cannot be compromised. Cry within reason. Tell nobody. Write 1 blog every day. :)
Everything you see is all that exists. Stop, please. Sometimes there is a sound within. I can barely hear it.
There is this bhajan, in there is a sentence.
Bhaja Govinda by Madi das >>>>>>
samprapte sani, hite kale na hi na hi
At the time of death the rules of grammar, which you are trying to cram and master, will not be able to rescue you at all.
Aren’t these rules in a way? Are they for our better or worse? Do they make us resilient but is life all about becoming resilient or being free? Is this free?
P.S: This is not the blog I planned on writing today. I planned on writing a blog about my parents today. Something in the heart got in the middle. Rain check!?
Day 12 | Gloomy AF