There was a time I loved writing. Penning down my thoughts – either through real-life incidents or fictional tales was how I expressed myself. Over the years, however, I’ve lost that part of me. Caught up in the corporate rat race and then the maddening frenzy that surrounds a new mother’s life made me all but forget how important and essential writing was to me for my survival. The only writing I did during the last decade of my life were Business Reviews, mundane reports and short posts to document my motherhood. Today I am making a promise to myself to revive the writer in me.

There was a time I loved reading. Reading was an important part of my day. Now all I read are recipes for my toddler and Instagram posts. It’s time to change that too. Today I am making a promise to myself to read at least 12 books this year. (being realistic. I’d rather under-promise and over-deliver, even if it is to myself)

There was a time I loved to paint and sketch and doodle. Now all I paint are pretty pictures in my head about the time when I will do everything I loved once again. Today I promise that I will paint/sketch/draw/doodle at least one piece per month.

There was a time I used to love watching TV series. It’s been weeks since I switched on the TV and watched anything. Today I promise that I will reacquaint with the Idiot box. This one is purely for entertainment purpose!

Jokes apart.. there are a lot of things I want to promise to myself. But at the same time, I realize that my foremost responsibility as of now lies in taking care of the soul I have been blessed with. Looking after and raising my son to be a good and healthy human is a promise that takes precedence over everything else. So along with helping my son take baby steps towards who he’ll become, I also need to take those baby steps towards rediscovering myself. To keep the promises I’ve made to myself. It’s all about finding an equilibrium. A Balance.

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