After a long time, or so it seems, life has gotten into some form of a routine. It is not exciting but it is a welcome change. The two years that followed my graduation were so unpredictable and volatile, that they almost cost me the normal functioning of my brain and eyes, and gave me a close resemblance to a WWF wrestler. Fifteen pounds, eleven months at the same job and affording an auto loan later, I find myself eating better, sleeping better and thinking better. I spend my time working, training and sleeping.
Learning to take care of your own self is such a task. I never realised how much easier and rewarding it is to take care of others, at least for me. In comparison, eating my vitamins or sleeping 8 hours every night just does not cut it, at least for me. But I am learning.
I learn that if you stick in a routine long enough you do get rewarded.
I learn that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
I learn that working out will treat insomnia.
I learn that healthy food does make you feel good about yourself. Much more than chocolates, since it is a long lasting feeling.
I learn that I too can enjoy routines. Papa will be so proud.
But there is one problem. I am worried when my life takes the next volatile turn, my routine will be the first thing that I abandon. No good!!! My new found affection is probably not deep enough or old enough to make it past the test of time. I just don't see myself eating carrots when I am stressed out. Veggies are just not cut out to be comfort food. Oh well!! Cross the bridge when you come to it. For now I will enjoy the stability, the peace and the quiet of my present life. Tomorrow is another day.
On a different note, my parents are planning to visit us in May and I couldn't be happier. I feel so much more peaceful when they are in the US with either me or Aapi. My 3 nephews who are of course the most adorable people in my life, thoroughly entertain Papa, who happens to make one cool grand father. In other words the boys are the bait we use to lure the grand parents across the 7 oceans.
The oldest who just turned 7 is like a information sponge and he can make play dough out of your brain in 30 mins flat with his question answer session. These days the topic of concentration is the Native Americans. The middle one who is the most adorable lil boy in the world and the most engaging, can make any human being smile. Then comes the baby, and what can one say about a eleven months old bundle of joy.
And so my parents are coming and we try not to take it personally that we are not really the people they come to see. We are not as cute and having been with them for more than three decades, our novelty is just worn off. And even though my trainer made me do spider crawls all over the gym yesterday, I just don't think it is a picture that would make my parents go all mush, at least not with warm affection.
And last piece of exciting news is that I am going to the Pakistan Day event here in Seattle. My simple ABCD friend informed me about it and wondered why we are having it now instead of in August. I told her that Pakistan Day is in fact in March and August 14th is the Independence day. She was like ohhhhhhh!!!! So yes I am going and I am excited because, I have not participated in anything patriotic since my graduation. The funny thing is that I have no idea what the event is all about. Element of surprise. I just hope it is not bunch of know it all ex-pat Pakistanis talking about how the problems of the unfortunate country can be solved. Most of them have not lived in or visited the country in ages and somehow feel that they have done their national duty by giving a speech once a year. Sadly, I am becoming one of them. Hopefully not for long.
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