Reinvent

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Everything is different.... I feel different, I think differently, I live and love differently.. my focus and choices are different too. All these changes.. some by choice, some.. not so much. The more life progresses, the more I believe that its good to be a bit uncomfortable.

As the famous saying goes, "Success builds confidence, failure builds character"... I am glad, I failed.

I failed in motherhood, I failed in career, I failed financially, I am a fitness failure and I failed in love and friendship. I had to quit a stable job, struggled to find work, my marriage has run its course and my friends are not what I thought of them. To my surprise, I really do not enjoy motherhood and I felt stuck in a strange city, between strange people with a stranger.. me. These were my dominant thoughts in past couple of years.

I WAS WRONG!

As I was busy clinging onto the reminiscent of my past life... the promises, the good times, the emotional heights, the body, the mind, the successes, the whims and likes... life was trying its best to level me up!

I was resisting with might and mane ... till life kept at it and eventually got fed-up.. Life knocked me down, so that I get grounded and take the time off to rethink my next move. And so I did! I stopped licking my wounds, I started seeing what makes me roar.

First, I reinvented my career options, started studying, I joined a gym and poured my heart in healing my postpartum body, I joined healing classes for the broken mind and subsequently started loving myself.. with all my flaws and doubts.. I started loving myself fiercely and  unconditionally.

Everything started changing...my body responded well.. (although it took a lot of courage to post this pic).. my mind started feeling the bliss and I found some work, for me to start again.

The biggest change i did to my personal routine is telling myself "I AM ENOUGH",  everything else was easy after that.

I have just begun and I don't care how far I go, I know for sure am going to enjoy the journey hereafter and I have my best friend to give me company.. myself! We are going to have a hell of a ride!

I believe more than anything else now, "You cannot discover new oceans, if you don't lose sight of the shore!"

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