GOOD MORNING.

It is 9:38 AM at my local Starbucks. Coffee is a double shot almond vanilla latte.I’ve had my eggs, fibre, Amla juice. Sun-screened, moisturised, supplemented. Dressed up well after a whole week. I’m thinking I’ll make this dressing up every day a habit. Bag is well organised. Oh – I am now a messenger bag woman. I quite like it. Though a lot of people have told me it’s not my type. All my devices are as charged as they could be. Missed my morning walk and didn’t panic. Ate breakfast with no screens. And actually just nothing. In pure silence. While this was a consequence of a fairly messy desk with so much stuff, I could only fit in my plate + being lazy to move stuff to make space for a book or phone or laptop. And I enjoyed it. OM and I call this rawdog eating. Or rawdog sleeping, if it’s sans screen. And oh, I got a very quick rickshaw on my way here. It is my house-help’s birthday and I have tried to call her multiple times so I can wish + get her a cake but she’s on DnD.

All in all, it’s a good morning kids.

Last night, I decided to live a far more deliberate, patient, routine life. I have my thoughts on each one of those keywords, but that is for tomorrow. TOMORROW?? Does that mean I shall write. More than once every 2 months on this blog. Again? YES!

I like it. I like what it does for me. I like the version of me I am when I am writing online regularly. Not your usual LinkedIn writing. Or twitter even. These rambly, silly, long-long dumps of whatever is on my mind. Which is not even a lot. Or deep. Or whatever.

Going back. Part of this deliberate life decision was choosing to write my blogs regularly. My Bangkok note is still open because I have 3 more paragraphs to articulate. It’s been over a week. It shall happen. Some day. Should you like to see the half-baked version, it’s here. Instead of making this writing a finishing a task kind of thing, it is now a starting a new thing kind of thing. Which makes it more likely to published.

So, here are a few things.

One. Sometimes I just want to quit everything and make music.

For all family, friends and Saurabh who shall be reading this — this is not meant to be take seriously. I have zero skills or aptitude for it. This one’s a I-can-now-invest-my-life-into-making-bad-art kind of dream. And, the only reason I want to do this is because sometimes I have the right headphones or speakers. And some song has got great beats or vocals or strings et al. Other factors might include good AC, good vibes, good food, good company, all that. Actually, no on the company bit. I often get this feeling when I am alone.

Some of these songs include: Alibi. This Love. Little Talks. Pompeii. Nineteen. Viva La Vida. Amongst a few very peculiar others.

I have also tried to find my thing with music. Pianoforte. Uke-forte. Garageband. Guitar-forte, that I have geeked over with my friend P who is now, basically, a rockstar. Got me a couple of MIDI keyboards. Singing is beyond me. AI is fun as well. Tried Suno on a friend’s premier version. I have also realised I really enjoy learning about headphones and speakers and mics and hot wires and all that. I love a well-produced concert tour. Eras Tour was gold. Same with music documentaries. Whitney, Taylor, Kylie Minogue, Oasis, Life Is But a Dream, Amy, The Pixies, The Story of The Ramones. These I am an avid viewer of. My life’s vision board also tells me I’d

I still don’t know what my “thing” with music is. Maybe it’s just all these little parts.

We shall find out!

Two. I have lost the blog writing muscle.

In the last one hour, I have written some 680 words. It is 10:40 already. Sure I took a couple of 5 min breaks, but this is snail. Part of the reason I don’t write so much is that I take longer to write now. And beyond an hour, a piece will lose me. It’s not that I don’t have more to say. It’s a not wanting write thing. There is Whispr Flow now — which I LOURVE. But my speaking is yet to catch up. However, today, we shall push get over this excuse. Finish and publish.

Some might say it’s AI. I think it’s just habit. When I am regular, I have a 100 notes on things to say. Today, I am making-do as I go. So that must be it. Or perhaps, one less espresso shot in my coffee.

Three. My digital life + file universe super messy.

I am sitting across Advait + SG right now and they are trying to figure out life, AI, work, all that. Just had to show them CerebralQuotient and I couldn’t find all it’s links and docs. I’ve spent over a year on things from C4E labs – Cerebral Quotient, Here’s Your QR, Are We A Match, Color My Story, A Plant App, all that. Must keep this all organised. And easy to retrieve.

I know exactly why:

1/ Most of my files are local. I switched from a larger storage laptop to smaller one. So, to avoid the hassle, I didn’t move data. Now I have one expensive hard drive.

2/ For my clouds as well, I don’t have an org system.

3/ I don’t bother to organise. Because I rely on keywords and memory. Which has worked well for me all these years. But, it is bound to fail some day.

Maybe one of these days I will clear all junk. Or ask Claude. Or, just put all on cloud + organise them, to do the least.

Bas itna hi.

Ciao 💌

Anshika – on Instagram, Twitter and LinkedIn.

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Pps: AirPods are not made for divas. The cushions don’t sit well with my ear-rings and I often have to pick. Unless it’s tiny hoops.

Ppps: I have learnt how to open the emoji keyboard on mac. And yes, it’s lame that I did not know. But every single time I use it now, I find so much joy 💞