what if you aren’t type A?
if you arent working from 8.15 am to 7.45 pm. or from 7.46 p.m. to 3 a.m. or aren’t an artist, or an artiste, or a teacher or a homemaker, or an MBA, or almost famous, or famous.
who are you in this world… ?
if you dont have the glint in your eye.
drifters have no place. i today realize that i live in india — where it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place, just like the Red Queen told Alice.
but this is my ordinary life. i stalk oprahdotcom. i do a dainty flower arrangement. i lift toddlers and hug them. i meditate for an hour. i hang clothes. i fast. i smile. i read. i water plants. i climb stairs. i smell the rose so closely that the thorn poked me. i segregate garbage. i yell at firstborn. i drink organic milk. i draw kolams. i pick frangipanis from the roadside. i talk to my mil for an hour. i eat coriander chutney. i sit in padmasana and i dont move a hair. i blog. i dont blog. i dawdle. i procrastinate. i hurry. i worry. i keep a tidy home. i make coffee for the watchman. i laze. i nap. i dont keep a tidy home. i change sheets. i bathe at noon. i listen to a kutcheri.
you could call me a human being as opposed to a human doing. but how do i explain it in chennai-terms
so what is my mission statement to someone who’s running twice as fast i can.
or what is my vision statement — oh. and this rant is not about the MMMIm -coz he’s only type A about himself .
what is my goal. what do i tell them type As — and chennAi is only type A. i need to dangle a believable, plausiable realistic tangible [ i hate these words] goal.
help me. someone. everyone.