I see myself
as an imperfect human being, who is trying too hard to make things better for
herself, for her family and for the world she lives in. As I report to work on
the last working day of 2018, I get myself prepared to strike off some of the
resolutions made sitting on this desk last year and carrying over a few.
Just a quick
look at this chapter of my life story and I feel glad to know that this year
has, indeed, made me emerge stronger and way better a human. I thought I had a
connection with this number, 18, until God made sure I no longer believe in
numerology. Well, this, surely, has been a hell of a year!
The wheels
in my feet were greased for short trips to Vizag (our yearly pilgrimage to the
hometown), Vrindavan, Tijara (Alwar) and Chandigarh/Morni Hills. Considering
the places that they are, I am glad I made the right choices in choosing the
destinations.
The work
life sailed smooth, with occasional hiccups of being unable to organize
priorities. However, the workplace itself experienced drastic changes in terms
of losing business and high attrition. Nevertheless, my work experience has
grown if I look back to where I stand today. It’s always wise to not travel
downstream and halt to know where we belong. I still need to think if this is
it.
Physically,
this was clearly not my year. If I do not look at the viral fever which loved
me a little more to let go, the gym life was a constant on-off. Honestly, due
to the decision of deliberately keeping off from heavy exercises, all I did was
no exercise at all and this should be completely unacceptable considering my
expectations from my body. Eating habits, too, were haywire and, most of the
times, I was hogging like a pig on the food, which I could easily have said no
to. Nevertheless, I leave the bad memories here.
Spiritually,
I can say my relation with God has become a little stronger. I feel Him
everywhere, silently listening to whatever I say, reading my mind and bending
the ways exactly how I want them to be. The bad times never stayed and the good
times left sweet flavors in my mouth, almost palpable all the time.
The big and
the most beautiful segments of my life, which stayed there and grew strong, are
now being carried over to the next year. My family! I cannot ever thank God
enough for this. They have been there with me through all shades of grey – my
husband, my brother, my parents – they are big gems, which add value to my
life. Their roles in 2018 have been especially worth mentioning. The rock that
my brother is, the strong values my mother and father add to my life and, of
course, the way my husband mends me into a better person – they all are an
integral part of my presence. I can say I am a sum total of them all.
I say this
every year whenever I am changing the calendar, but I am ready to work on
myself, more seriously and more relentlessly, this time. I am optimistic that
things will fall in place, prayers will be answered and good times will
prevail. I wish the same to all my readers, too.
Cheena's new year's prayer:
O, Dear Lord! Bless me, so I seek you, see you and feel you everywhere. Watch over my loved ones day and night and keep them in the pink of their health. Help me be kind, generous and optimistic at all times and see through the hard times to learn from them. Help me take one day at a time and make the most of it. Hold my hand while I strive to make my dreams come true and add value to my endeavors towards shaping my future right. May I always thrive in your love, indulge in your blessings and grow under your guidance. May my love for you always grow and my belief in you become stronger than ever. I thank you for the year gone by and I look forward to receiving your love in the coming year. Amen!
