time flies

And I realized all over again how fast time flies…………….. It was a routine party in the officer’s mess. I entered the mess and made myself comfortable next to an officer’s wife and her four-month-ol…

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It was 8 am in the morning, and I was shuffling through the newspaper when the phone bell rang. “Good morning aunty, can you please talk to my mom, I think she is not well and I am feeling tense ab…



Finally that special transit of the year has come, the concluding part of old academic session and beginning of a fresh new session. It is that time of the year when I have to create some space for…



Finally that special transit of the year has come, the concluding part of old academic session and beginning of a fresh new session. It is that time of the year when I have to create some space for the new comers: the fresh books and stationery. For the past 13 years it’s been a routine agenda of my life. I love this interlude between the two academic sessions when I get to trespass and tread on the otherwise “no-admission-without-permission” space, i.e. my dear son’s cupboard of books! Barging in his space of fantasies and wonders of imagination! You know it’s easy to floss with barbed wire than to intrude over an adolescent’s books and library.
I feel like reliving the year that has passed, reviving some happy and some frustrated academic moments. The remnants (in the form of papers and books) of all those school-based and co curricular activities you did with your child with valor and enthusiasm, the tremendous efforts and the burden he took, the stress he sustained with great perseverance, and the aura of his hard work, all of these can be felt in those books and note books which are going to be scrap now.
After completing the task of clearing unwanted old books and cleaning the academic book’s cupboard, I turned to my sons library. Earlier till last year it was the most special “our” space we shared and cherished together, but now our tastes and likings are a bit apart and understanding the necessity of time my husband lovingly created a separate library cabinet with lots of space for our son! He has a small noble collection of about 800 books. Now the best part of going and rummaging through his cupboards is those tiny little surprises stacked in the corners of the cupboards in the form of small note books or sheets of papers with some literary exhibition and display by my son! He loves to scribble short stories or events or pen down his mind on paper, but usually likes to keep his writings for his own, a typical adolescent, whose feelings I usually respect and abide by his rules. But I love these secret ambushes on his writings and essays and other literary works he has been doing throughout the year in his leisure time! I take an opportunity sometimes to sneak peek so that I can see the fruitfulness of the good habit of reading I inculcated in him at a very tender age. I feel proud going through his notebooks and papers, and the praises and commendations by experts and teachers. This year I discovered a science fiction novella with an interesting plot about immigration to mars, an article about how he transformed his mothers (mine!) mind which helped her(that is me) cope with her various animal phobias, the cyber grooming and taming of my mother (that is me), understanding the weirdness of this planet etc. Of recent I have seen him design weapons and guns using old matchsticks and while making those he writes various notes about weaponry and middle age weapons, modern age weapons artillery etc. No doubt I found a huge pile of new addition of books related to ww1 and ww2, nuclear physics weaponry in his library!
I love the smell of books it’s like good quality vanilla absolute subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in me and calms me! Experiencing the emotional high that occurs when reading a book that beautifully describes their exact predicament is a feeling no kindle app, digital book, e-book or audio book can give you. The pleasure holding a book in hand and reading it, getting lost in it and drifting away from the real world around you is the best! Books are pacifying, healing, and are a therapy in them!
This has been my recent experience that heredity is what sets the parents of a teenager wondering about each other; in my case it seems to be, like mother like son! He has grown into a voracious reader, and in addition to being a passionate reader of all type of literature he has developed magnificent and eloquent skills of writing and articulation. His ornate language and epigrammatic style impresses me. I think adolescence is a new birth, for the higher and more completely human traits are now born. Harboring and developing the habit of reading is one of the greatest gift and pleasure I could give him. These mobile motile friends have flourished his life and harnessed his mind, cultivated values, ethics and morals in his soul, and fabricated his thought process in a positive way, given him solace in times of distress, have been a guiding light for him.
I fondly remember the beautiful transition from picture books to novels. Those innocent and impatient waiting’s for the subscribed magazines and novels. I have seen him transform through all these years metamorphosed from childhood to adolescence, and so has his little library.
As I was exploring through the alluring, irresistibly, beguiling athenaeum, I noticed that the pattern of his literary collection also has an ascending design to it. The small collection of about 600-700 books tidily arrayed in a specific order according to different category and genre, starting from children’s books to fiction novels and social novels, picaresque novels, fictional biography, horrors, thrillers, mystery, sci-fi, historical, military history, books about weaponry and war, sports, humorous, futuristic fiction and nonfiction, books.
Hunting for the ultimate book in book stores, the book of the books in his ever-growing library has been a pleasure. This unique collection of books is not just a rational and organized thought, a sign with a form and a referent, it is a symbol. It is the reminiscence; echo a souvenir of the process of learning through sharing ideas. I think we always tended to search for contemporary realism, sometime magical realism. It’s our hope that one idealistic and visionary world will come into existence through words written and read or heard. Cuddling with so many compositions around you is like diving in an ocean of millenary endless, countless, manifold tsunamis of reason and imagination. That too with umpteen, multifarious, and eclectic multitude or assemblage of books that suits one’s wits and pleasantry. A book I feel is an opus or oeuvres designed with vast combinations of inter and intratexts activated in a different way every time a reader journeys through the words and establishes fresh connections in each new re-reading. Books can fully perform their function to protect, promulgate, and propagate the products of reasoning and imagination if the reader is a free being. Reading is an act of individual and ultimate freedom. When the reader goes through a book looking for knowledge aesthetic pleasure pain or mere information he is free to decide what to do with the words he is scrutinizing he can incorporate them in his own thinking he can chose to ignore part or the whole information. Reading is an act of absolute indisputably creative freedom that when shared thrusts forward humanity on the route of knowledge. It is an act basic to the development of a theory of aesthetic response, setting in motion a chain of events that depends both on the text and exercise of certain human faculties.
I always wanted my son to be a good reader and I am happy that he is! I am fortunate and god blessed that I could provide him with a small collection of his beloved books and a small library of his own, a bibliotheca which is a static universe where everything exists in its wholeness for eternity and the only finite element is the reader. It is the most cherished, prized, most expensive, esteemed treasure one can have. A bank of knowledge gathered and nurtured through centuries that mediate from the beginning of writing to the present. The space occupied by the books seems like an ultimate utopia. It’s like a universe in expansion because it shields, secures, and disseminates the mental cerebral, cognitive, conceptual, theoretical, analytical, logical achievements, procurements, and fulfillments of the human race whose evolution is still an ongoing process. I think the literary part of our life too has to metamorphose to go along with evolution and to be able to develop in the coming time! Let the marks of evolution be imprinted in our minds and thoughts in the form of knowledge and intellectual growth.
Whenever I open this cupboard the world around me transforms into a paradise, a blissful utopia and I feel blessed that I was successful in passing the legacy of reading and collecting good books to my son!


It was 8 am in the morning, and I was shuffling through the newspaper when the phone bell rang. “Good morning aunty, can you please talk to my mom, I think she is not well and I am feeling tense about her, tomorrow is my first paper aunty and I have to revise for that”. Vivek my friend’s son, a class 12 student was urging me for help. I asked him to give the phone to his mom. “Hi Vini what’s up?” The familiar but quite frail and shaky voice answered me,” The whole world seems to be whirling around me, my hands are wet and cold and there is a terrible feeling in my gut! Vivek’s board exams are starting from tomorrow, and I have a terrible headache and stomach ache, moreover I am unable to sleep!” My friend seemed to be in a bad shape. I decided to visit her and talk her out of her problem.
I rushed to her house to find her in a pathetic condition. She was lying on the couch in a fragile condition with her son and husband standing by her side. She was sweating profusely, face was looking pale, she looked sleep deprived and when I checked her pulse she was having a tachycardia. Her blood pressure was high and respiratory rate was also high. Typical signs of high levels of stress and anxiety- aggressive impulses, headaches, stomach aches, insomnia, changes in appetite and dizziness! “This started since yesterday; tomorrow onwards is Vivek’s board exam and I have checked his pencil box, water bottle and kept all his essential things in place! The uniform is ready, shoes are polished and his hall ticket which I got laminated is neatly kept in his bag! There are so many things to be done still, I have to give him fruits, cook something healthy for him……! Yaar give me some good medicine, help me”. I felt very sorry for my friend. I gave her some nominal medications, counseled her for a few minutes, and gave her a few tips of what to do and what not during Vivek’s exams! I wished my friends son best of luck, hoped that she follows my instruction and left her place with a though that what she needs is not medicines but a deep understanding and self-remedial measures for her obsessive behavioral pattern and the repercussions of it!
We come across many such parents, especially mothers! Vinita is one of them and she is a typical case of helicopter parenting syndrome (lawnmower parenting, cosseting parenting or bulldoze parenting), a hyper-parenting mode! It becomes impossible for a person to understand and assimilate when one got trapped in this vicious type of parenting, but it is never too late and one can heal oneself for a better future of our child and ours too!
That time of the year is here, dreaded equally by students and parents alike. The examination season is marked with sky-high stress levels, anxiety, pressure and tension on part of both the students as well as the parents. Parents often feel like it is them who are giving the examination instead of the child. Lives begin to revolve around a flurry of tuitions and tuition teachers, strict time-tables and academics. We as parents believe examinations to be the most important aspect of a child’s life to the exclusion of everything else and pass this message along with the tension to the child as well.
With so much perceived to be at stake, it is not surprising that children find themselves experiencing very high stress and anxiety levels. It is a difficult task for a parent to convey to their children the importance of exams while making sure that they do not add to their children’s stress, woes and worried, and at the same time handle their own personal anxiety as well. It is indeed a challenging time!
One of the most important responsibilities as a parent is to be aware of your anxiety relating to your child’s performance. Every parent is anxious about their child’s academics. It is essential that one does not pass this anxiety on to our child as this can hamper his performance and ability to concentrate. The best way to keep the child stress-free is to be calm yourself. Some amount of stress is important for optimum performance as well as for the ability to focus. An adequate level of stress will enable your child to take his examinations seriously and prepare accordingly. Each individual has different strategies to study and handle examinations. What worked for you may not work for your child. It is important to give him/her space to figure out what works best for him by not interfering in his/her study habits. It is good to provide support and ease anxieties but sometimes as parents in our desire to help them we can come across as over-bearing to the child. During examinations, children often get moody, this is a normal reaction. Giving your child the space to cope and to study is often all that is needed. To help children maintain a high self esteem of themselves on the verge of their examinations, it becomes highly important for parents to relay highly supportive gestures towards their children.
Parents in the process should as much as possible act normal like before and take heed of what their child is doing while refraining from pressurizing them to do more.
One of the most important lessons we need our children to learn is that success is a process, not a destination and that it has many definitions, academic results is just one of many definitions of success. Looking at examinations as a learning process and as a life-skill rather than a monster can help free both students as well as us as parents of exam related stress and anxiety.
Especially mothers have a inbuilt tendency to hover over kids with anxious anticipation of fulfilling an unmet need. Their intentions may be honorable, but the behavior may earn them an unwanted moniker – helicopter parent. Helicopter parents are too much obsessed with their children and become over-involved in their lives. They overstep their bounds, cross the line and downright break the sound barrier of acceptable parental participation. This conduct was encouraged when your child was in kindergarten, but when he or she is in college the parents may find themselves being treated as persona non grata if they don’t come down to terra firma and let the child live his own life. A Healthy Balance While participation in a child’s education is encouraged. But parents should respect the needs of maturing teens. As children grow, they need to practice and get in to the habit of making their own decisions, with guidance from their parents. Young adults need to face challenges that will build skills and self-esteem. They should take advantage of opportunities to shape their identity and speak their mind. As you strive to maintain a healthy balance, try thinking of yourself as a coach. You’re there to provide structure, give advice, and serve as a role model, but it’s your child who needs to step up to the plate. The trend for mothers in particular to be extremely involved in their child’s every experience is known as ‘helicopter parenting’, it leaves the children fragile and unable to cope with life’s experiences and mothers whose lives revolve around their children may be more likely to suffer from depression.
Overparenting also means being involved in a child’s life in a way that is overcontrolling, overprotecting, and overperfecting, in a way that is in excess of responsible parenting. Although the term is most often applied to parents of high school or college-aged students, where the parents end up doing tasks the child is capable of doing himself (for instance, talking to a teacher regarding some papers, arranging a class schedule, manage exercising habits, etc). But signs of Helicopter parenting are seen at an early age. In toddlerhood, a helicopter parent might constantly shadow the child, always playing with and directing his behavior, allowing him zero alone time. In middle school, helicopter parenting can be revealed through a parent ensuring a child has a certain teacher or coach, selecting the child’s friends and activities, or providing disproportionate assistance for homework and school projects.
The common triggers which initiate helicopter parenting are-fear of dire consequences, feelings of anxiety, compensation, i.e. adults who felt unloved, neglected, or ignored as children can overcompensate with their own children. Excessive attention and monitoring are attempts to remedy a deficiency the parents felt in their own upbringing, and peer pressure from other parents -When parents see other overinvolved parents, it might trigger a similar response. Sometimes when we observe other parents overparenting or being helicopter parents, it will pressure us to do the same. We can easily feel that if we don’t immerse ourselves in our children’s lives, we are bad parents. Guilt is a large component in this dynamic.
The consequences of helicopter parenting are long lasting. Many helicopter parents start off with good intentions. It is a tricky line to find, to be engaged with our children and their lives, but not so enmeshed that we lose perspective on what they need. Parenthood is supposed to be one of life’s most fulfilling experiences. Engaged parenting has many benefits for a child, such as increasing feelings of love and acceptance, building self-confidence, and providing guidance and opportunities to grow. The problem is that, once parenting becomes governed by fear and decisions based on what might happen, it is hard to keep in mind all the things kids learn when we are not right next to them or guiding each step.
Failure and challenges teach kids new skills, and, most important, teach kids that they can handle failure and challenges.
Helicopter parenting backfires and leads to decreased confidence and self-esteem, increased anxiety, sense of entitlement, undeveloped life skills etc.
So how can a parent love and care for their children without inhibiting their ability to learn important life skills?
As parents, we have a very difficult job. We need to keep one eye on our children now–their stressors, strengths, emotions–and one eye on the adults we are trying to raise. Getting them from here to there involves some suffering, for our kids as well as for us. In practical terms, this means letting children struggle, allowing them to be disappointed, and when failure occurs, helping them to work through it. It means letting your children do tasks that they are physically and mentally capable of doing. Making your 3-year-old’s bed isn’t hovering. Making your 13-year-old’s bed is. We must remember to look for opportunities to take one step back from solving our child’s problems which will help us build the reliant, self-confident kids we want!
I hope we keep our conscience awake and not fall victim to overparenting, and avoid being Helicopter parents!

Franklin D. Roosevelt wrote “We may not be able to prepare the future for our children, but we can at least prepare our children for the future.” So let’s develop resilience and confidence in them to weather the pitfalls on the road of life. Let’s all be just parents and not “helicopter parents”.
“Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness. For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”

time flies

And I realized all over again how fast time flies……………..

It was a routine party in the officer’s mess. I entered the mess and made myself comfortable next to an officer’s wife and her four-month-old daughter.
The baby was as sweet as ever–smiling, pulling on her bib, looking around the room with wide eyes. When she started to get a little restless, I offered to take her and walk her around so the mom could relax and listen to the guest speaker. It had been a while since I’d held a little one like that. I’d forgotten how tiny hands and feet can be. And I realized all over again how fast time flies…It seems like just yesterday my fifteen-year-old was a baby too. I remember marveling at each new thing he did–his first smiles, the first words, his first steps. I remember the nights I’d rock him to sleep, singing and praying, with tears in my eyes from the gratefulness I felt. I remember feeling scared, hoping I’d be a good mother. There were questions and uncertainties and “the ifs” that I worried about. There were temper tantrums and sleepless nights and days I thought I’d never get a minute to myself. When you have kids, everyone always tells you to enjoy each moment because time flies. And even though it sounds cliché’, the more time that passes, the more I realize it’s true. Life is not a perfect plan where everything happens as desired. When we become parents, we realize that life is much more than a well-set schedule. We must give up the illusion of total control to understand that living one day at a time may be exciting and fulfilling enough. Embracing parenthood is to understand that when love becomes life, we’ll never again be the same, and we’ll never again think of ourselves as individuals first. Your child always becomes the first priority of your life! your life becomes a pleasurable fulfillment with all the wonderful joys derived from parenting!

I had my moments of feeling frustrated or overwhelmed by the responsibilities of motherhood, the exhaustion from a toddler constantly tugging at my legs!
Kids grow up, and their demands change, but so do the golden heart filling moments of holding them in your arms and rocking them to sleep, of seeing them take their first steps, of hearing them say, “Mama” for the first time.

Time flies very fast. I remember a day, a few months back when the only channels we watched were cartoon network, Disney and all kids channels. then as my son grew up he stopped watching these and he indulged in to national geographic, history channel, discovery science etc and so these are the officially accepted channels of me and my husband too! Our lives revolve so much around his routine his likes and dislikes, that his likes are our likes and dislikes are ours too! Our timetable and routine is full of the things he has to do! Now I rely on to him for advice and help, when it comes to the computers or dealing things which need logic and analysis, solving crucial matters etc. Whenever I look at his face when he is asleep I remember all the beautiful days gone, his innocent mischief and all the lovely chatter! Things have changed a bit, he doesn’t run behind me hugging and clinging to me, but I know he is my same little boy who still looks towards me with the same innocent eyes with fright on stormy nights, growls and turns into an angry bird when hungry! I don’t think I can love anything more than I love my little boy!
My heart tore just a little a few days back, as I pulled out clothes that were too small and gathered up some special shirts I wanted to save as memories. I look forward to what the future will produce, but if I could go back in time to when he was small I think I would like the opportunity, at least for a little while.
I make it a point now a days to grab an opportunity of hugging my tall boy making the most of the time with him, cherish those miraculously healing moments. Time always seems to move faster than we want it to, especially when it comes to our kids. I remember his kindergarten days, the middle school and now the last stage of high school. All these days went past my eyes so quickly! I think I didn’t make enough of his childhood, with my job and responsibilities I couldn’t enjoy all the moments to the fullest! So I have decided to never pass up a chance to snuggle with my son, read a book, make a discovery in the yard or just watch the clouds roll by after rain showers. And savor every moment as I know time is once again going to fly…….

My little boy……
“No amount of gold could ever compare to the gift of love that my son shares.
I always knew that all the love I’ve wanted is right here in front of me.
He gives me reason to get through another day.
Maybe it’s how he loves me in his special little way.
And when it gets hard for me to sleep at night….
He wraps his little arms around me and says God will make things right!
From sweet gentle touches to his bear hugs and a kiss…
He makes this hell on earth seem more like a peaceful bliss.
That great big kool-aid smile and the twinkle in his eyes….
Every time I look at him it makes me want to cry.
But they’re not tears of sorrow; they’re tears of pride and joy….
To know that all the love in heaven is wrapped around my little boy”


I learnt this a very hard way, but yes it’s important to love thyself. Some things may be equally essential but nothing is more important than a healthy sense of self-esteem and loving yourself. It makes life easier, simpler and lighter. We develop more inner stability and self-sabotage less which makes one happier!
I and my wonderful gang of bindaas girls enjoy the most tantalizing part of our routine, which is our me-time…….”the heavenly evening walkathon clubbed with laughathon followed by a thrilling sporty game of badminton”. We crave for this lovely time in the evenings and wait for the clock to tick 5 pm. The central park amidst our officer’s enclave is usually our meeting place. We greet and meet each other every day with tons of bubbling enthusiasm, screams and clapping each other’s backs hugging and yelling each other’s names in happy tones, it’s a crazy and amusing moment! A third person watching us might feel as if we are seeing each other after so many years! The credit of maintaining that newness, freshness and crispiness in our relation go’s to each of us; we never ever indulge in womanly bitching and hurting each other. It’s an unspoken rule that the topics we share and chatter will be general and nothing personal should be discussed lest somebody needs a helping hand with some problem! Our happy trysts bring life in the otherwise dull corner of the park!
It is said that a woman can be woman’s best friend! That’s very true indeed! Our hearts throb in a similar way, our thought processes, our concerns, our problems, the causes of our happiness, our outlook everything is almost similar. Hence we can relate to each other’s lives and experiences and can definitely influences each other positively in crucial times and in general and thus help each other survive and succeed! We call these evenings walk, laugh and talk evenings! That is the time of the day when we keep our minds free of any baggage or stress. We enjoy our nonchalant chat and lengthy but healthy gossips a lot! Our verbal bouts of expressiveness leads to a soothing chaos but it goes well synchronized with the tweeting and chirping and chattering of birds who are drifting to their nests before sunset! Generally the walking session is followed by a small game of badminton in the officer’s mess and a bit of workout in the gym! Each part of the evening becomes interesting due to the flavor of humor and the hilarious, spicy and crazy topics! The exciting and action-packed affair ends with a steaming coffee or lemon water in the mess. The most dreadful time is seeing off each other and that is equally heartwarming! We bid an adieu to each other with the same enthusiasm and laughter promising to meet at the same spot for the most awaited “me time”! The seeing off sometimes gets delayed for 15-20 minutes as some of us have some pending important gossip/topic to be concluded! Finally we take-off towards our homes taking the familiar turns and twists! The moment we enter our abode we are greeted by the lovely longing faces of husband and kids! And it is the time for getting into action being a mother and a caring wife giving you to their demands, satisfying their queries, sharing joys and sorrows and many more….! But believe me I feel happy doing my bit of responsibilities after this me-time; I can make my children and my family more happy!
We are definitely a bunch of fabulous women complimenting each other’s psychological needs effectively! I am blessed to have such a wonderful company; it leaves a shadow of happiness and bliss in my mind! Boosts my positive energy and helps unclog my minds off negativity and bad baggage!! That one hour I spend with my friends is a quintessential part of my life! It is an hour filled with fun and happiness as we get together. It‘s less of an exercise more of thrill and it is interactive and recreational part of our routine.
Earlier when I got posted to this place I used to be a passive nonchalant walker and used to walk alone for miles, but then I noticed that even though I walk a lot, the dreadful fatigue accompanies me back home! Then I decided to take an overview of the situation and found out that whether it’s an evening walk or any kind of exercise it should not be a mechanical one or a monopolized one. So I called up a few friends of mine, who would be usually glued to the TV set in the evenings and asked them to meet at the corner of the park and that turned out to be the beginning of our wonderful me-time kitty, our first day of walk, talk and laugh. And seriously we all loved the session so much that we have been continuously doing it since then almost without a break! We dread to miss it if at all we have to! We middle aged women in forties who are about to cross the half century need something else with exercise, we need to talk our minds out and share our thoughts with somebody. So instead of only exercise, if we add something remedial or healing to it, or philosophize it in a right manner, the exercise might turn more effective and the after effects would be long-lasting. We should all do things we find peace happiness and serenity in! One doesn’t need to indulge into special classes or meditation camps etc for rejuvenation and recreation and achieving tranquility of mind. We can relive and revive our inner self by just spending time in fresh air with the people who make you happy and give you positive vibes and make our lives more resourceful! I found this treasure trove of—“walk-talk-laugh and take-in maximum O2 with good people” and I will continue this wherever I go and imbibe it as a part of my daily culture!

I call this as a spiritual perspective. A self nurturing and reviving mode. We are worthy of that “me” time. It so happens that our life becomes monotonous and tedious due to the hurries and worries! We need to take out that special time for ourselves. Otherwise our mind and body become clogged with various virtual toxics, stresses and anxieties. We as mothers, wives and professionals cannot run away from our duties and responsibilities. We need not take refuge of philosophy and religion to boost our morale and performance, to get relieved from daily life stresses and strains. It’s important that one should not allow negative toxic venomous things accumulate in our body and mind! It is important to detoxicate our minds and bodies, heart and soul on a day to day basis. And each one has to try and find out or chalk out a stress busting program which suits ones taste. Some can find solitude in writing, reading listening to music etc. But if the me-time is laced with some exercise it turns out to be more healing and useful, and if you involve a bunch of good people, it turns out to be mind blowing, as you get to interact and react with each other! The brilliant time spent for ourselves helps improve our ability and makes us more efficient for serving and satisfying our duties to the fullest and to perfection! When body and mind move together, in a rhythm of perfect bliss and happiness with some physical activity, we often experience a sense of wholeness that is not common in everyday life. In that wholeness we can feel an overall sense of healthy well-being that restores energy and life. It helps to clear away the distraction of mind chatter and to-do lists. Some people clear the chatter with prayer, sitting meditation, chanting, or dance. For me, active, walking, laughing and taking in fresh air has been an effective way to restore wholeness of body, mind and spirit I am delighted and amazed at how it resonates with my philosophy and experiences!

Every one of us, all beautiful and strong, have been through tough time. So Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world. Love yourself. It is important to stay positive because beauty comes from the inside out. I don’t consider myself a feminist, but I’m down for my first opportunity to say something to the world to be so meaningful. If you asked me, ‘What do you want to say?’ it would be, ‘Love yourself more and do take out that me-time every day, you deserve it!’.