Beyond My Desk: Tax, Tea, and Typography

Beyond My Desk: Taxes, Tea, and Typography

Who Am I?

The question seems simple, yet it carries layers of meaning and values. Most of us answer it with our profession, our relationships, our roles or the responsibilities we carry. But do those truly define who we are?

Not long ago, I came across a question on social media that quietly challenged everything I thought I knew about myself and made me pause for a second: "Would you date yourself?"

With what we are, will we be able to date ourselves? If yes, we are indeed living a heartfelt life. If not, then we should work on it. Another question that made me pause my answer and thrown into a pool of confusion is, "Could you introduce yourself?"

Which version of me should I introduce? The reader? The entrepreneur? The writer? The editor? The storyteller? The artist? The daughter, wife, friend?

Then comes another question just as often, "How do you manage everything?"

People assume the answer is time management. It isn't. Honestly, my time management skills are worst at their peak. Perhaps the most satisfying answer is Intentional Living. The poem below is my answer to what life beyond the desk truly seems.

I'm free and I have more time, 
So waiting becomes my prime, 
Penning poetry with similar rhyme, 
Making my laments joyful than a grime. 
 
I live in a family of a dozen, on weekdays, 
Have to meet all needs face-to-face, 
Double dozens, family gatherings, at weekends, 
Still, I have time to call my friends. 
 
Dancing with tedious TDS and taxes, 
Empowering few by breaking fear latches, 
Singing to heat-burn scars by big burner, 
Brewing tea and poetry daily as mind tuner. 
 
Created a magazine platform, for you to exhibit, 
To voice-up ur thoughts that has been prohibit, 
Books, an ancient way of storing our ideas, 
Voicing my thoughts under every criterias. 
 
Sharing my shoulders with a few in need, 
I've seen a great fall and speed breakers, indeed,
When my laptop sleeps, my writer soul awakes,
Colours bloom at every stroke my art brush makes...
 
Traversing the world through my stories and art,
Turning silent hours into sumptuous one in cart,
Mornings stretch with yoga mat, namaskar to Sun,
Then kitchen mat welcomes me with tasteful fun.
 
Stepping away from the desk doesn't mean doing nothing,
It's consuming everything and expressing it through an art thing,
Breathing the same air, the same clock dial, the same planet,
Enticing the vibrant happiness and positivity like a magnet.

-Aurora Bluemoon

This is not a poem about escaping work; it is about remembering that the soul deserves a schedule too. Beyond the desk, I don't stop working... I simply change my medium of expression, and the silence speaks volumes in my social media.

 

Most people think stepping away from the desk means taking a break from what we are doing. That's my most spoken answer for procrastination - it means change your mode of expression, change your genre, change your mindset. For me, it means returning to the things that make me feel alive. What is it for you?

 

 

This post is a part of ‘Beyond the Desk Blog Hop’ hosted by ManaliDesai and SukainaMajeed under the #EveryConversationMatters blog hop series