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Purpose of Journaling

“I wanna try journaling 📓How and why do you do it?” a friend asked

So I replied—

I’ll tell you my usual way of journaling.

I journal when I have a lot going on in my head 💭

Journaling is my way of pausing repetitive thoughts (why? because repetitive thoughts tire me out) 🙇🏻‍♀️

Journaling is my way of trying to understand why I’ve been having those thoughts and what they really mean.

For instance, this past week, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about my blog. I’m constantly thinking about how I‘m failing to make enough time for my blog every day, how I haven’t been focusing on creating more content regularly, how I haven’t fixed those technical issues on site and more.

It’s difficult to keep up. I’ve been working from home; creating a lot of content for work, managing a team and multitasking all day. But my conscience doesn’t take all of that into consideration. And I know that. I’m in the middle of a task and these thoughts emerge. I don’t know how to react to them + I’m too busy with work, meetings and deadlines. So, instead of paying attention to them or even making an effort to work on my site, I simply ignore them.

This repeats.

Since I realise that it has been happening a lot lately, instead of ignoring those thoughts, I pause and promise myself that I’ll dedicate some time to acknowledge them once I’m done with my work related tasks.

That one simple gesture relieves me.

After winding up work on a Friday evening, I quickly make a mental note to journal about those thoughts the next morning.

So here’s how the Saturday morning goes —

I sit down and make a note of every recurring thought and try to make a plan. This is my attempt at understanding my priorities outside work and to actually make them a part of my routine (why? because they matter so much to me).

Since I’ve been doing this for a long time (almost 2 years), understanding my thoughts and prioritising things has become quick and easy. I journal for 20-30 mins in such situations.

Besides that, I’ll write down some ideas that I want to implement, some habits I want to work on, some skills I would like to acquire and set small goals that I’d have fun accomplishing throughout the week.

Journaling allows me to dream new dreams.

Slowly and steadily, it allows me to make them a reality.

By doing this, I set my mind free.

And on weekdays, I can now quickly go through those little notes I made and try to spend some time working on them after I get off work.

Because honestly, making time for what matters is a stress buster for me.

I’m restless when I don’t make time for what matters to me—my blog, the unfathomed ❤️

Journaling is basically trying to make sense of the mess inside your head.

If it is your first time, you can randomly write everything, all your thoughts, in your journal. Then take a fresh page and try to put them in order. That’ll help.

This was my journaling approach for being productive and avoiding stress during work time because that’s the phase I’m in right now.

You can journal for various reasons; to make sense of your emotions, to evaluate your work life, to understand yourself or a loved one, to unwind or even to just vent out and feel better.

The purpose of journaling could be anything.

Journaling is making time for yourself.

Journaling is having a conversation with yourself.

I hope this helped.

Do you journal? 💛

Do you wanna get started?

If yes, here are some journaling prompts for you —

1. What is going well in my life right now?

2. What area of my life needs a little more care and attention from me?

3. What fears do I have? What is holding me back? What feelings am I ignoring?

4. What are the things I need to forgive myself for?

5. What is it that I am scared to admit out loud?

6. Where does my dream life look like?

Happy journaling!

If you need more prompts, I’m here 💜

Love,

The Unfathomed

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Lack of Exposure and Abundance of Leisure

Unsettling times are slowly fading away.

These days, the city is quieter than usual & that is nothing to feel sad about because these days, the city is also cleaner and brighter than usual.

The silence. It was scary at first. It is comfortable now. 

It is helping people slow down, and finally understand each other and their own self. 

There are longer conversations in balconies. 

Louder laughs shared with a hot cuppa in the evening. 

Everyone is kinder than usual, so kind that they’re feeding the voiceless, praying & grieving for the homeless because the hands are tied and that’s all one can do right now. There’s also calmness in people’s eyes. 

They’re happy about the way nature is flourishing. 

The long ignored plight has somehow become a priority. Holding on to the hope & healing, we’re finally in sync with mother nature. We’re now similar. 

There’s less agitation and more acceptance now. 

There are more people watching sunsets and no people stuck in traffic. Running the race in this rapidly evolving world, those little things we dreamed of escaping to are now a part of our reality. 

Thursday, 5:03 pm – The distant view of the race course brings back so many memories from childhood.

It is barely visible now. When I was little, I believed it was an airport because its shape looked like a plane to me. When I was little, I also believed I could fly an airplane. Today, I don’t believe I can do everything but I know with certainty that I can do a lot of difficult things.

Friday, 7:42 am – The old neem tree in the neighbourhood is greener now. Back in those days, the girl I went to school with told me it was a place where ghosts reside. I believed that too. But today, I see many birds hovering over it, settling on it’s branches. I see colorful kites stuck on it. It doesn’t look scary. It looks lively and beautiful.

Friday, 5:22 pm – My new found love, dermot kennedy, starts to sing. Whilst his voice begins to consumes my mind & drowns all my thoughts at once, the clean air fills my lungs. And in this moment, I feel alive. I feel grateful for the air I breathe. I look around and suddenly, I wish I could still see the magnificent Charminar from my terrace, like I did when I was a kid.

But that’s okay. 

I see the intricately built metro lines now. 

Saturday, 4:47 pm – I hear prayers from the mosque. The temple is still in sight too. The gods are still there, just no devotees visiting them. Gods understand, I believe. I also believe that they never ask for anything but for you to be human.

Today, 7:30 am –

Sunday, 5:50pm – Living close to the station, I grew up with the sound of trains awakening me in the middle of the night & sometimes falling asleep to it because it was familiar. I don’t hear it these days. But the station is still in sight and the flag hoisted there is still standing tall. It is breathing better too, I feel and that makes me smile.

Today, I spent an hour on my terrace watching the sky but I witnessed something much more beautiful than the crimson skies. I watched a father play with his little girl. Her laugh echoed each time he took her in his arms. It was beautiful.

Today, I saw a teenage boy training his dog on the terrace. They share a beautiful bond, I could tell. 

They were happy. Genuinely happy. 

Let me tell you something.

We’re feeling stuck. We’re feeling caged. Maybe the fear is real. For a while, maybe we really do feel anxious. But that’s not the only thing we’re feeling now, are we?

Take a moment to look around, we’re unlearning and relearning.

We’re learning to seek happiness in little things and we’re doing a great job learning to be happy and at peace. We’re sent home to enjoy the summer break. We’re sent home to rest, readjust and rejuvenate.

So take a moment to look within yourself, there’s a pool of serenity. There’s a sense of contentment swirling in it. There’s  also potential. Undiscovered potential emerging from it. 

And if you trust the timing of life, you’ll realise that there’s a voice reaching out to you. Trying to tell you this halt, this havoc, this pause, the lack of exposure and abundance of leisure, all of it is a blessing. Trust it.

Stay safe, stay sane

Love,

The Unfathomed

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Surrendering to the life of your dreams


“How and when did you know this is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life?” He asked

She looked up and thought about it for a while — a way to fit the entire journey in a simple sentence or a few simple words

“There wasn’t one specific moment that defined my choices or gave me assurance that this is the career I want,” she quietly replied

“Yeah, exactly. That happens only in movies” he laughed

“But I can tell you what it makes me feel like every day, do you want to hear about it?”

“Of course, I would love to,” he exclaimed and sat up straight

“It’s going to be a long night, buckle up,” she chuckled and began to speak —

Writing is the one thing that makes me want to live every single moment of my life to the fullest. It makes me greedy and sometimes, even makes me want to die — to have an opportunity to be reborn and relive some moments. It makes me bleed in ways I feel proud of. So intense is the passion for words and I can only see it growing with every passing day. It makes my life worthwhile. When I am writing, I don’t feel like doing anything else and I think that speaks a lot. The thing that is strong enough to defeat your wandering mind should be held close. When I am writing, I don’t find myself thinking or worrying about what’s happened, what’s happening or what’s coming — I’m utterly consumed by the feeling of words rushing through my veins, sprawling across the paper, making their way out of my body and into the world. It’s freaking insane and drives me wild. We all deserve to feel this feeling and this feeling only intensifies a hundred folds when you are making a living out of it. You count yourself lucky and thank god every single day for the kind of life you are living. To me, this life and dreams never involved chasing. I have heard people say chase your dreams and push yourself towards success. Surprisingly, that never happened to me. I got everything I wanted because I was patient enough to wait and get through my own insecurities and chaos. I was strong enough to get out of my comfort zone and brave enough to welcome opportunities with open arms.

“Sometimes, accepting and believing you are worthy of the life of your dream takes more courage than chasing the dream,” she paused and looked at his face.

“Go on, I want to know more,” He whispered, eyes tracing every inch of her face as though he was trying to cage those moments in his memory forever.

Drawing in a deep breath and feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, she continued — “When it is a part of you, you don’t feel the need to chase after it. You do your part, work hard each day, put in efforts to get better at it and just stay still. It’s just all about surrendering to that feeling — you watch your passion hold your hand, draw you close and blindly carry you on a beautiful journey to fulfilling your purpose. There comes a time where you realize that the life you are living right now is actually the life you dreamed of a few years ago and that realization makes you feel so alive. Nothing compares to the feeling that comes when you are held by your passion and consumed with your idea of purpose.”

Losing track of time and growing conscious about the myriad of thoughts she had poured out, her hands make their way to her mouth and shut it close.

“That’s enough, I said too much” She mumbles, eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment, and mischief.

“I can feel the smile hiding beneath your palms, it has reached your eyes,” He says softly.

Looking at her like she’s magic and smiling at how oblivious she is to it, he stood there waiting for more — holding his breath, he chased magic from dusk till dawn

— Nandini


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Intention, Acceptance, and Authenticity – Escape the Whirlwind of Destruction

‘Walk away, let go, trust the process and you will watch yourself flourish.’

As cliché as it may sound, believe me when I say walking away will do your life good. Not just in the matters of hearts but everywhere; in every aspect of your life — everything that doesn’t serve you, needs to make an exit, it is that simple.

Live by this rule and you will watch yourself flourish — mentally, physically, spiritually.

All our lives, we are taught to be strong and never give up but there’ll be times when doing exactly that — letting go, breaking free — shows courage and strength of character. I don’t want you to turn into a bitter person and neither do I encourage you to become numb and emotionless. I only want you to value your emotions and stop letting them get in your way of happiness; because they hold the power to lead you to destruction — something you certainly don’t deserve.

It is a bitter pill to swallow but you have to do it for yourself. The only person you should hold responsible for the things going on in your life should be you and you alone. Blaming others for your struggles might seem tempting but what you often fail to understand is that in the blame game, you lose power. Giving someone else that kind of command over your life is worse than the struggle you go through in the process of acceptance and taking responsibility. The concept of acceptance is one of my favorites, I must say. Everybody believes that acceptance is the key to betterment, I agree.

However, in my experience, the first step to progress is the intention, not acceptance. Now, acceptance and intention might sound the same but these are two completely different emotions. When life hits you hard and you are sitting there wallowing in self-pity, complaining how unfair people are — you feel a mixture of emotions. You struggle with those set of emotions and after a lot of thinking, contemplating and spending enough time with the pain, you zero down to one emotion — whichever feels right and most logical. This is where intention comes in. What you intend to do with that feeling, that conclusion, the clarity you struggled so hard to find is what drags you out of the abyss and sets you apart. At that moment, you either feel an immense amount of pity for yourself or experience rage. Picking the right one, choosing to live your life intentionally and not letting one idea or experience destroy your perspective on life is the turning point.

Very often, I see people turn into something undesirable and call it an outcome of their harsh experiences in life. This is the negative acceptance I am most afraid of. Acceptance is liberating, I agree. However, jumping to a conclusion too quickly, accepting it to be true and spending your entire life carrying that burden is toxic. I call it a burden because it’ll probably make you live against your own truth.

For instance, if you have loved a person, a dream, a goal or anything for that matter, deeply, and things went awry, you will go through a rough patch until you find your closure and answers. You won’t always find these answers easily; they won’t be served to you on a shiny, decorated plate. No. You are thrown to the ground, forced to dig up, pushed to get your hands bloody and dirty. But, sometimes, you are left helpless and as time goes by, the answers come looking for you, all by themselves; in times like these, you are simply required to be still. Despite seeming like two different scenarios, the amount of strength one requires to endure these situations is the same. We go through a lot during these times which makes us impatient and desperate to be the best version of ourselves. We can’t wait to get our closure, clarity, answers or whatever you choose to call them, we just can’t wait for it to find us and fall in our arms, destroy us for one last time just so we can finally begin to rebuild. It is a transformational phase which is why I believe one should not let it all go to waste by making a wrong decision and end up losing your authenticity. The idea is to use it to your advantage; let it change your perspective on things in a positive way. Let it instill wisdom in you and make you a better, kinder, wiser person. After this long struggle, whatever comes out should change you for better and not make you bitter.

What you intend to do with the answers will either make you or break you. So whatever you choose to do, make sure it doesn’t mess with your core values and your identity. Harsh transformation might seem like a great choice at the moment but make sure you don’t spend the rest of your life living against your own truth. Holding onto the new idea and forcing it upon yourself in the name of ‘change’ or ‘growth’ will do you more harm than good.

“Once you are out of the dark abyss, dust the misery off.

Be a badass, but also be kind.”

Which part of this post did you like, agree with or resonate with the most? I’d love to know.

Thank you for reading,

Love and light,

Nandini

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Fading beauty of Art – Hunger for exposure & validation

Quit List #1

Art laced with ego and crushed under the weight of expectations is equal to a beautiful breathing thing caged in an extravagantly decorated coffin. In the quest of impressing all that’s outside you, do not doubt and ruin what resides inside you.

Let this piece be a reminder that you are going to die with the art you nurtured throughout life, not with the attention you acquired showing it off.

Some days you write things that garner a large amount of appreciation as it resonates with the audience; changes someone’s perspective on something, makes someone’s day a little better or someone’s mind a little calmer. And then, on some days, without you even realizing, you write things just for yourself; things that make YOU feel better and have the potential to make YOUR day better. These might not bring you applause but they do bring you peace.

There’s no comparison between the two for they are both real and beautiful.

I majorly write for myself and that’s one thing I would never want to change. There are no second thoughts or inhibitions and it’s only fair to be selfish because this is the only place where I am truly in sync with myself.

We spend enough parts of our lives caring about others and making opinions, feelings, and needs of others a priority. So why is it so hard to understand we all deserve a place where we can be ourselves; a place where we can truly and unabashedly be ourselves.

If you are someone who writes, let your pages be that place. Let the notepad on your desktop, the beautiful diary on your nightstand, torn pages from an old notebook, the back of your hand, any and every place you spill words on, be the place you are ruthlessly yourself. Feel things, let them out and forget the rest. Nothing good ever comes from worrying about the outcome; especially when art is involved.

Quit measuring your worth based on ranking, likes, hits or any other form of a virtual response. It’s such an insult to the talent and creativity you possess and the beauty you have to offer. Those responses bring money and pay our bills, I understand that. And there’s nothing actually wrong with it as long as you don’t see it as a goal you need to achieve and constantly keep up with.

It drains you.

So, what is it that you should do instead of obsessing over the modern creativity measuring methods? You should just let go & keep doing your own thing.

I’ll tell you how that worked for me — I absolutely love reading about writers from history.

Do you know why?

Because during those times, there were writers and artists who published their works anonymously and never claimed rights over it. It’s fascinating to know that they did it merely with an intention of putting their work out there and sharing it with the world. Often, that’s exactly how I feel and that feeling is what pushes me to write. Reading about these people has given me assurance that not marketing my work or being hungry for appreciation like several others online doesn’t make me abnormal or unambitious; it only makes me a little different. After finishing a piece, I feel the need to share it with others because I want to set it free, not because I want it to bring something back to me.

I don’t want to be widely known for the things I write, I only want to be dearly loved and fondly remembered.

Alas, the intention behind writing this is to tell everyone that it’s not just okay and normal but powerful even, to not care about the outcome and just feel good about the process. I urge you all to find that little place for yourself where you can indulge in the beauty of your craft fearlessly. Find it and make it your own, exercise full command over it and do not let the world meddle with it.

Love & light,

Nandini

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