Five years ago when I decided to quit my career, spanning a decade, I thought my tryst with the corporate life was done with. I wanted to invest myself in launching my freelance career and find time for other passions (writing, this blog, yayy.) If you had asked me then (as many people did) if I would return to work some day I vehemently told them I would never, ever!
My most important agenda then was having a baby. It wasn’t easy for me to conceive. I conceived pretty late in life (if you want all the gory details, simply visit my About Me page here.) I wanted to bask in all the glory of motherhood and its shenanigans of pee, poo, milk, diapers (cloth of course) and early learning. And I did all of that. For most part of the time I was a stay-at-home, that is.
My son, babyT (ok, fine toddler T) is 3 years old as I write this. He is growing up. He is developing his own personality. He is an individual who is learning to be independent and responsible (er, sort of.) And I have just returned to work. Incidentally this month marks my 3rd month in full time employment and it looks like I might be enjoying this ride, which makes it safe for me to write about it. 😛
However, the months preceding my return to work, have been the most bleak.
2019 is a big year for me. Firstly, 2019 is the year my husband and I complete a decade of being married. I also turn a big milestone age. Most importantly 2019 marks the year I return to work. A return to the corporate world, which I thought i had left far behind and would never return to.
And in the midst of the #10YearChallenge that has been taking the internet by storm recently, my post today also puts into sharp contrast two periods – 2009 and 2019.
Busy, workday mornings mean chaos in the kitchen. There’re multiple lunch & snack boxes to be packed for three people – my toddler son, my husband and I. And breakfast is sacrosanct too. As a family we really believe in home cooked meals and this continued even after I joined full time work.
The one thing that makes it all happen is PREP or if you are fancy (or watchMasterChef Australia), mise en place. 😉 Food ingredients are washed, chopped and stored the night before. In the morning the contents are ready to go into the pan and cook into fresh, healthy meals for all of us. This ensures that all the cooking – breakfast and lunch boxes is done in under an hour. In fact, we also get time for a sit-down family breakfast every morning.
As parents there’s nothing more we want for our children than to grow up healthy and happy. Everything we do is orientated towards this goal. But of course this can be interpreted in many different ways and it’s sometimes confusing to know what’s right for our children.
Happily, there are a few things about which there is no doubt: eating right, getting enough sleep, not spending too much time on screens. One of the most important of these is sport. Children who regularly spend time doing physical activities not only grow up with better physical health, but also tend to be happier with improved mental well being. So, what should we as parents be doing to encourage our children to get some exercise? What are the right sports to be trying at each age? From easy cricket games for kids to helping out with chores, here’s a go-to guide:
Films bring with them an open canvas. They provide an opportunity for filmmakers to highlight social causes, speak of spirited people and inspire its viewers. The director of the film is at the helm of affairs to bring together his vision for the film and the varied talents of his team – the actors, scriptwriters, musicians et al.
One such personality from the Sandalwood industry aka the Kannada film industry is Jogi Prem. Prem was born as Kiran Kumar. He started his career as an Assistant Director, before directing his own film Kariya in 2003. These were followed with two more movies in quick succession, and together they placed him on the mantle of stardom. He is known as the hat-trick director of the Kannada film industry because of his back to back hits.
I joined full-time work this week. After a career break of 5 years, I joined the world of the daily rush, 10 to 6s, working lunches and formal office wear. All of those I could ease into and even look forward to maybe. Except for the last one – formal office wear.
For the most part of the last 3 years, I have been a mother (and pregnant before that) My wardrobe, therefore, consisted of loose T-shirts that enabled breastfeeding, pyjamas that I could just jump into and run to doctor’s appointments, school pickups and playground play-dates. I had never imagined that choosing to go back to work would mean a dilemma of the biggest order – what to wear to the daily grind?