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 Today was also tough because I had a harsh talk with my cook. It was unpleasant. It looks as if losing cool and having bad and harsh conversations with people will be the theme for 2025. It is 2 a.m. and I am typing this without spectacles. I just have to stay still when agitated and allow peace to emerge. Anyway there was plenty to be grateful for. That remains a precious theme through life.

1. Papa is well. I did not speak to him but there were no upsetting, disaster calls. So that means he is well.

2. I went for a full body massage to Versova - a place I really enjoy. Met up with a friend there too. We relished the ginger and herb tea the spa served us with a plate of fruits.

3. We went to Barista afterwards and had lattes and a sandwich. Barista has really upped their game. The paneer tikka sandwich was tasty.

4. I met another friend at Inorbit Mall at Goregaon. I love meeting this friend. Her daughters had made me crotchet gifts for me - a little bee and a little flower bookmark. Precious!

5. I reached home and I was tired. I was also a tad unhappy with something. I did not want to work out. But I decided to do that - a set of Qigong stretches. It's a simple movement but quite challenging. I did it. (This is really fascinating. How when you work out when you are tired, you get more energy. And so much of fatigue is mental but parades itself as physical.)

Well, not too shabby. I have a lovely home, money for meeting friends and soothing myself, some work to keep me motivated, and the opportunity to give my thanks to a void. Luscious!

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