Motivation

When I asked my friends and family what they thought of my writing and what experience they would like me to share, I got a few responses, which I will write about here.

First of all, I wholeheartedly thank my dear husband for standing by me and holding me when I am on the verge of losing my mind. It's only natural if you think about it. I had no job/career/money-making motivation to wake up to every day. I only had to take care of the house, my baby, and focus on my well-being. Throughout my life, I have always been a motivated person. My Prakriti itself is self-motivated. If I had time again with myself, it wouldn't be difficult to do what I like and divert myself towards my hobbies and health, or so I thought. 

Weekend with Badminton

Majorly, I lost motivation. I lost the will to get up from the sofa and work out. I did not bother to open my blog and write. I did not crochet. Apart from my minimal daily routine, I didn't do anything exciting. This is the hard truth. This is all that I wanted to do, but I actively chose not to. 

As I said before, my husband stood by me. I was a bit low and guilty. And he did motivate me. One such appointment we made with ourselves was the Weekend with Badminton.

We gathered our beloved families who live close by and our cousins, who live far away, loved us enough to come and join us. We booked 2 badminton courts nearby for 2 hours on as many Saturdays as we could and played. We took Nabha as well. Akka got her new rackets, and we got new shuttlecocks, and whoever could would book the court. Friends and family are the first-line motivators.  

 

Movie nights

Spending time together on the court also built a rhythm for us—we started looking forward to weekends, not just for playing but for being together. That naturally carried over into other fun activities. Movie nights, without doubt, are a good stress buster. We would get together and watch movies late at night. Sometimes it was family, sometimes just us after Nabha slept, and sometimes kids' exclusive. 

   

It felt wonderful to have these little rituals—whether playing or watching movies—that kept my spirits up. Slowly, I found myself open to trying other things that could bring me joy and growth. This support helped me a lot, and it even led me to build another good habit—reading. Books, I must say, open up a whole new world of experiences. But I will stop at that for now, because even my journey into reading began with my family’s encouragement, and I’m truly grateful for that.