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Triggers....





A new day, a new week and a very good health.... what else can I ask for?

Yayyyyyy........................feeling blessed!!

Somewhere I read a statement, can’t remember the words exactly but what it meant was
If it was your last day on this planet, would you be doing what you are doing right now? (Yes, yes because I love to express and I am doing that ...bang on!!)

And if you know it is your last day on this planet, what would you regret not doing?(Oh!! I love to dance....I need to dance every day...just express myself through words and dance....)

Another statement that came across (you know I believe in signs completely) is
“How will you make your life better than what it is now? What are the things that need to change in your life now?”

After a lovely night of recharging, I awaken.... while still choosing to get up after another five minutes, the recorder of my mind starts with the same questions...

If it was your last day on this planet, would you be doing what you are doing right now?
And if you know it is your last day on this planet, what would you regret not doing?
How will you make your life better than what it is now? What are the things that need to change in your life now?”

And the recorder told me that the third question is left unanswered. This inner recorder is the cosmic consciousness of all the teachers in my life and has amalgamated into the inner voice of Reena Singh.

Anyways, while still tossing and turning on my bed, I tell myself, that I need to sleep for those 300 seconds and just want to be there doing nothing but....as you know that it is strict and demands and answer.

I allow myself to wake up and sit at the edge of the bed. And while a million chores wait for me, my recorder is stuck on -

How will you make your life better than what it is now? What are the things that need to change in your life now?”


I try to pause the recorder and start making tiffin for my son.
  • And when the multi-grain roti sticks and I have to roll it all over again- I am angry. (the recorder is still playing, the pause button is not working)
  • When my son doesn't wake up after 4 reminders, I am angry.
  • When my son takes ages to brush his teeth, I am angry.
  • When my milkman is late, I am angry. (recorder is still playing)
  • When the milk and the vegetable and the chapati, all need to be done together and I sometimes mess up, I am angry.
  • When the time is up and some of the chores are still left undone, I am angry.(recorder is still playing)

And then in these angry moments, a small but strong light shines and if everything stops for a while. My roti, my son’s brushing, my husband filling my son’s water bottle, the birds chirping, the sun rising to greet me good morning, the leaves stop moving to the wind....everything stops .....And I have an aha moment- the Archimedes moment, the Newton moment....

How will you make your life better than what it is now? What are the things that need to change in your life now?”
Here is the answer to the tape recorder-
I am triggered by every small little thing and GET ANGRY.
I am going to bring this into my awareness and try to change. I will change in such a way that instead of becoming aware AFTER “I am angry”, I will try to become aware “I am getting angry, I am getting triggered”. And finally, this tape stops. THANK GOD!!

So now, this complete week will be devoted to

How will you make your life better than what it is now? What are the things that need to change in your life now?”


Thought of sharing this...


Have a great week ahead...

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