DAY 1

DAY:1

Can't say that it started off well, and I have no one else to blame but me..... You see, from a very young age sleep has been my best friend but over the years one can say it has let me down quite a lot, and unfortunately the reason wasn't insomnia but rather the opposite "over indulgence".

The sun rose! it was time to set on my new journey, I had asked my mother the previous night to wake me up because I know I'm completely incapable of this on my own. She and my sister did all things possible to wake me, but to no avail . That morning we were supposed to go buy plants for a new venture my sister started, in which I too was passionate . However, like most times I slept through it. I finally dragged myself of bed by around one in the afternoon. I decided to be optimistic , rather than drag myself down for the morning I missed. Because I woke up almost two hours earlier than my usual timings. In a way I was glad I didn't go plant shopping with them..... It gave me time to get back on track .

I have self diagnosed myself and have come to a conclusion that I suffer from OCD. Being locked at home for months, I feel this disorder has only aggravated; it has become my routine to first clean the house, even before brushing my teeth. Guilty, I'm not the most hygienic person around. Out of habit that was the first thing I did, then I took a shower, I might not take a shower everyday, but when I do, I make it an event. 

After my nice long bath I was ready by 2:30 to finally have my breakfast. As I sat down to relax and eat, my sister and mother finally arrived from their four and a half hours of plant shopping, there faces truly made me appreciate my decision to sleep through the morning. Apart, from their sulky tired faces came the one thing I have been anticipating for some days. A couple of days back my sister woke me up asking me to select a pair of shoes for myself, this was a big surprise its not that my sister doesn't do things for me but they're such rare events one can't help but be taken aback. She just likes keeping herself distant from me, makes me wonder if she has magic like in "frozen", and so shuts me out like Elsa does to Anna out of pure concern. 

                     

As I decided to make changes in my life, I thought, what better way than to learn a new skill so I enrolled myself for a course ;a course in "Digital marketing". Truth be told, that was the reason I ever created a blog. After publishing my first post, I hadn't really planned on writing any further, but someone said to me"i'm staying tuned", and these three words made me continue, "tiny things can create big impacts".

The name Chloe ting in the recent days is spreading like wildfire, and so like every other millennial glued to their phone, I couldn't miss knowing about her .In June I did the famous 2 weeks challenge, and though I keep the same opinion like most who went through it before me, I have to admit emerging victorious from that misery makes one feel very accomplished. And this in turn makes you go asking for more..... As a part of this 42 day's journey I decided to put myself through hell once again and have taken up the 35 days challenge. One might call me a sadist. I wasn't willing to do it alone and decided to pull my mother along through this hell. Today, we can proudly say only 34 more days to go....

Dead tired from my workout and after an extremely delicious salad for dinner, prepared by my sister specially for my mother and me, I was ready to call it a day, but when in love you just have to do things that makes your lover happy ,after all how can one resist puppy eyes, I had to take Pablo our handsome dachshund for a walk. Obviously one can never say you regretted a walk with your love

DAY 1 successfully completed and truly enjoyed it