Since my last blog, something changed. On paper, life looks productive. Client meetings. Deck preparations. Strategy discussions. Exposure. Growth.
But, In reality – it took a toll.
I went hard. Harder than I probably needed to. And somewhere between back-to-back meetings and late-night revisions, my body tapped me on the shoulder — fever, cold, exhaustion. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to remind me I’m human.
I had just started getting back into the gym rhythm. And then — pause. Again. It’s funny how discipline returns at it’s own pace… and excuses return louder.
The Digital Noise
I used to start my days with MFM and The Daily Brief. Sharp inputs. Clear thinking. Off late I miss it.
Not because I didn’t have time — but because digital overload has a way of numbing curiosity. My mind is resisting going the extra mile.
And then the subtle excuses creep in:
“Tomorrow.”
“After this week.”
“Once things settle.”
They never fully settle.
The Trade-Off I’m Learning to Accept
Sometimes I wonder… Should I have gone this hard from day one at my current organization?
Maybe. But that would have cost me something else — exposure, networks, IIM rooms I once only dreamed off.
And I’ve made peace with the fact that , Energy never disappears. It compounds.
All the effort. All the grind. All the silent nights.
It will return. Tenfold.
Not necessarily as applause — but as leverage.
Small Escapes Matter
On a lighter note — wrapped up Stranger Things. What a show. The pacing. The transitions. The closure . Proper storytelling. It felt good to lose myself in something crafted with that much intent.
We’ve been wanting to catch a movie in theatres too. But logistics and “Nothing worth watching” has rendered our decisions.
Funny how accessibility shapes behavior.In our previous home, a theatre was five minutes away. Now it feels like a task.
The Bigger Undercurrent
Beneath all this routine — something is brewing. This week, I have an important meeting. Not just another meeting. One that could quietly tilt my career toward a different arc.
Even writing that feels surreal. There was a version of me that thought this was not possible at all.
Now? It’s on the table. Fingers crossed — yes.
Where I Stand
Life is moving at a pace I once couldn’t imagine. Faster. Heavier. Fuller. But I’m in a better space.
Habits are finding their way back.There’s still a lot of work. But this time, I’m not chasing everything. I pause , access and choose . Interesting times ahead. I’m ready.
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