The Art of Showing Up: Lessons from a Year of "Not Knowing"
I moved cities last spring. Left a stable marketing role in Bangalore to freelance in Bombay. On paper, it looked brave. In reality, it looked like me, crying over a spreadsheet at 11 PM, wondering why I had turned down a perfectly good paycheck for "creative freedom." megha das
I am learning that honoring your heritage doesn't mean living exactly like your parents did. It means carrying the best parts forward—the resilience, the hospitality, the fire—while building your own architecture around them. The Art of Showing Up: Lessons from a
If you had told me a year ago that I would be sitting here, writing this on a rainy Tuesday afternoon with a chai that has gone cold twice, I wouldn’t have believed you. In reality, it looked like me, crying over
For the last twelve months, I have lived in what author Jennifer Pastiloff calls “the beautiful middle.” Not the exciting beginning of a new dream, and not the glorious end where you finally "make it." Just the middle. The place where you put in the work, refresh your inbox one too many times, and wonder if you’re actually moving forward or just running in place.
But for the first time in a long time, I am not terrified by the "not knowing." I am curious about it.