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There is a dichotomy I face regarding money. There's an intellectual/logical awareness about it and there is some inner emotions to be worked upon. This blog is an attempt to get the inner work done. Yes, writing works like that in healing too. Let's get started. The Intellectual / Logical Awareness- I had a conversation recently with a senior from another B-school and a pretty established FMCG company in India, who too had left her job in 2020. She told me a few things about money as follows- - People are going to tell you don't care about the money. But money is still important for living. I earn by conducting yoga workshops and DMT ( Dance Movement Therapy) workshops. It's not as much as I used to before. But it's still pretty good. And I have a rented apartment and everything. So, don't neglect money altogether. You'd need it. Her story was inspiring. It was also something I knew already. When I had told my coach back in 2019 that I never have money prob...

 I am loving it now. This entire exercise is getting so much fun that I skipped lunch to pursue categorizing of clothes a little more. The amount of clothes I now have to donate is giving me sheer joy too. There's some satisfaction in giving. When we give to others we actually give to ourselves. When we help others we actually help ourselves. But we need to give without expecting things in return. Expectations can only brew discontentment and complaints. Unconditional giving creates so much joy and mental space. And guess what? I finally had the energy to empty the remaining closets too. The only thing remaining is emptying two suitcases and I am sure I'll do that by the night is over. What surprises did I find? A beautiful dress that comes with the tag which means it was never worn. Not sure who bought it. Don't remember myself buying it because it is not even my style. But I can wear it in Goa. Anything goes in Goa. All body image issues disappear in Goa.  I asked my sis ...

I found it strange how men swam in the pool without seeming to feel even a tad bit uneasy about their less than perfect bodies, hairy, dark, with proud paunches wearing a swimsuit that was nothing more than a boxer While I, Another Imperfect Woman, Shivered in my suit, Wondering if more than my contours were visible, Even though it was dark, Even though the swimsuit covered what's "necessary to cover". My first swimming lesson And instead of feeling proud for having dared, for having tried, A Million Thoughts crossed my fearful mind. The fat belly. The fat arms. Hairy armpits. Sunburns. Chlorine. Shape. Shame. Thighs too flabby. Hips too large. Hold your breath. Keep your head down. Pull the suit's edges Let it cover some more skin. I need to wax. I need to look thin. My first swimming lesson And before feeling the fear of water I felt shame. And if perfection is the need only for women. Oh, I tell you, it's a...