Indian American Love Child

PAUSE. Before I continue with my regularly scheduled programming, I have to share something I am super  excited  about. So, you know how everyone talks about social media and the media in general is bad for self-esteem, body image, etc. For the most part, I 100% agree. Seeing photo shopped images all day, err day is not doing anyone, any good. However, yesterday I had an amazing positive moment while surfing you tube.  In general, I know the current day beauty standards are moving towards “thick” women. Women with tiny waists, but prominent hips + butts + thighs. Everywhere you look you can see the change. From the fashion trends (fashion nova case and point) and IG fitness models & their ‘build your glutes’ workouts to the obsession with the Kardashians that just fails to die. But old habits die hard. Even though I see the changing trend and even though I am  slowly  embracing my curves, I am still somewhat stuck in that traditional mindset of ‘skinny’ = beautiful. Until yest

This week marks my one-year anniversary with my new company, and more notably, leaving bedside nursing. In general, this year has been one of the most trans formative years of my life. I have spent countless hours working on myself, personally and professionally. I share some insight into my personal growth & life in some of my previous blog posts  [1] . In addition to my personal growth, I also wanted to take the time to reflect on what this year has been like for me professionally- to explore the challenges, pleasures, growth, and overall, experience of this totally new career path.   Quite honestly, I am suffering from a moderate case of writer’s block. I am finding it somewhat difficult to reflect, process, and share my experience, both mentally and verbally [2] . So please, bear with me. However, here is my best attempt to give you a glimpse into my whole new world and how I got here [3] . A quick Table of Conten ts:  1.       Bye Bedside? What Now?  2.       P

My dad has always been a huge reader. Whether it was the latest Tom Clancy book or a reader’s digest, my father (and most of his siblings) could be caught reading in their downtime. From an early age, my parents started taking my sister and I, on frequent trips to the library. I am not sure if it was because my father loved reading so much, and he wanted to share his passion. Or if it was just a cheap form of entertainment for my then, financially struggling parents. Or if it was intended to be for our educational growth. Or if it was some combination of all of the above. What I do know is, my early introduction to books set me up for my own lifetime passion of reading. What I loved most about our trips to the library was the fact that my parents never told us what to read. We were free to roam the aisles, stack after stack, perusing multiple covers for the perfect couple of books to spend the next week or two immersed in. It was complete autonomy. If I was in the mood for murde