it's never too late

Holding a towel in my hand, sitting in a room away from even the sound of my breath, I had managed to gather some time and words to write my heart down... 

But I am still perplexed to chart the priorities as I write... 

From a working to a non working woman, I had never let the wishes go far from me... I would never let myself call me a weellaa...i could hardly gulp that listening either from a kid!!!  chasing all the desires  without letting  know the capacity i hold, is obviously called unorganized way of planning..But I am still making a room to start with.

Managing tasks at home

as its never ending, neither so creative to keep me enthusiastic all day,  strives my thirst to achieve them more and more...its not that I wanted to end being famous or  being rich, its just that the cream needs its glaze.

Shine like you know your worth more than anyone does.... I keep thinking this almost a thousand time...thats what I get lost mostly into and the ground  reality of being a simple homemaker rings the bell... 

"knock knock knock" a sound came!! It's me your brain🤪. It hits my head hard just when m losing my way  to what I have longed for....i think it wanted to remind my worthiness... 

 Once someone said,  it's never too late to take up your dreams, big or small...Even I don't want to confine my inner me to just being a housewife... M not doing justice to the calibre I hold or is it just who I am?? 

I had million of these questions pondering my mind all day... Standing in the kitchen with hands doing it's job and mind playing the track of "to- do- list" makes me numb..i could hardly hear a loud voice sneaking at the back of my ear  saying  "mumma".... Ahhhh!!!! It was my daughter....

Don't worry the list is still stored just as it was in my ROM...taking a position ahead of him is another known native( my Mr.  RAM) pre- prioritizing my work full of house chores and what not...phewww!!

Its time, let me introduce myself to all of you:

I am a woman of substance, it's just that my real me needs to be lifted and brushed from a stacked dusty shelf... Its just that the words keep hovering around my brain but they never find the correct cloud to shower the shimmering pearls..its just that I wanted to write my whole imagination on a paper, without thinking much about incorrect grammar, punctuations falling off here and there...but I would make sure that the each and every words gives an in depth and meaningful message to everyone..  So, when the mind starts to speak, I rush (in middle of the work ) holding it tight, to write it down before it mixes with the fumes of the food😄.... 

Lots to do after I have realized,  it's never too late to learn,  even from a 5 year old  or from a Husband who  would sound more like a business man than a real hubby(well mine is just the opposite).

 Light as it sounds, huge are it's jammed gears to be broken... I had much to do along with carrying a long tail (my ongoing chores) around my back,which I could hardly detach.. So loading enough weight, I have dared to fulfill my dreams bold and beautifully...  

Now I see the road of choices, merged into the road of wishes and I aim them all nomatter how rough it would go... 

It's never ever late, it's never too early!!!!!!

I had pressed the handle and would never regret that I didn't do it...