Friday, August 13, 2021

The Return of the Prodigal

 Oh my God! It is not like I had forgotten that I had a befittingly named blog existing somewhere on the web, but just life happened - grey hairs happened, marriage, moving cities, horrible bosses and a child later I returned to a time when I used to actually write down the random thoughts that I keep having. At any given time, my head is like a browser on my computer with at least fifty open tabs - what to cook for dinner, what to order in groceries, I must remember to get tooth paste and soap for the guest bathroom, did the maid say she needs dish washing liquid - wait what to cook for dinner? Tonight, sitting in the mellow light of my iPad while the husband and child gently snore away in the background I discovered/unearthed/chanced upon a bygone time. This was literally a blast from the past!

As I went through the posts (a veritable rabbit hole that) written till date, I cringed at some, laughed at others, could not recall having such emotions at a movie the last time, was overwhelmed to find that some friends just stick and some just don’t, judged myself for some sentiments expressed, but largely understood that I have not changed much. Well, yes, expect for the grey hairs and motherhood apart. The dream of becoming a novelist is still dormant somewhere I guess. For now let me write here? I still get kind of antsy around my birthday. I am still undecided about my hairstyle. I literally discussed getting a new haircut with my husband this evening! I still have major FOMO about work. 

But I think (and may be I will laugh at this one night thirty years from now) I have become a little more compassionate, a little more ready to let go and a little more forgiving. Also, I don’t have a terrible boss anymore. More importantly, you could get a haircut for sixty bucks in 2010.

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