Mornings at home tend to be stressed in a non-praying family, that wakes very early.
You are catapulted from deep rest and peace into stress and anxiety of everyone who wants to accomplish a lot in the mornings and much of it through you.
Sometimes I want to clean and then pray or write and then pray but in that interval, the whirlpool of life catches me up in her stresses.
Its like the only way is to pray out the mornings and work later.. or at least practice a mouna vratam.
I used to blog a a bit to reduce stresses but the sarcastic comments of some people who followed my blog of their own free will put a damper on it.
Oh! you’re unhappy? why don’t you go blog about it they said.
And then there are people so curious about me as a person, who assume they understand me through my blog and then act with contempt in person. Vipers!
And now, I write again.
Some one reviewed my work on ancientindians. They said it was nice, oversimplified and agenda free. Overall it left with me with a bit of irritation.
People in bad moods spill pollutants into the general stream of consciousness.
People in stress do the same.
It looks like avoidance is the only way…. I know no other.
I am writing a series on time.
It is stressful in its own way. That means I may be doing something wrong. Balance does not generate stress.
