Growing yourself with discipline is hard. Adulting is weird.

Growing your self with discipline is hard. Adulting is weird.

I wake up at 7 am everyday. Do my morning chores. Clean my room, arrange my bed, have something and on my way to gym.

Come back, get ready, either go to office or take WFH. Meanwhile eat something. Boiled eggs, 6 of them daily, for breakfast.

Try to get work done, after that 12:00 hits and meetings are in line. I eat lunch after my DSM. It's boiled vegetables or I just have muesli with warm milk.

I either meditate or rest for a while. Sometimes work gets done by 6 or it goes till 8 too. Sometimes 10 as well. But after having dinner, which is just a simple veg plate, from a mess nearby, with no oil or anything, plain simple saada khana, I come back.

I have no special someone, yes I can date and all, but I currently don't have the capacity to search for someone who have achieved their mental peace too. It's hard to find mature and understanding women.

Path towards solace was hard, but, I am learning to love myself better with each passing time. I don't regret buying stuff for myself, good clothes, good shoes, good gadgets, all this in the view that, I deserve them too and believe in myself I will earn more money later.

So my nights are empty, with my laptop, upskilling. Studying under a dim light.

Sleep is peaceful, with my muscles crying, and my head silently settling into the pillow and me hugging my thick blanket. It feels safe and warm.

Weekends are either socialising, travelling solo or through fb groups, going around the city, shopping, or just studying. I don't talk with anyone on a daily basis and that somehow allows me to become that person for myself.

Yeah, I am an avg adult you see on the road, both of us unaware of our own struggles, walking with a smile of content, grateful for our blessings.

To each, their own