She's my self-actualization sidekick.

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When I am started writing this post, it was without a title. So unorthodox and unlike writing ethos. I knew what I wanted to write about or in line of what I wanted to write but I just couldn't come around the fact that I was left to wonder what to call it. I felt like it was because at that time a day before I did not know I would be a blogger or an amateur blogger for that matter...well, things happened randomly and I was left to wonder what would become of me the days to follow.

I am guessing  whether the haphazard nature of emotions presenting to me different and hidden "talents" and abilities I never thought I had, would be the case when one day I randomly try to be vulnerable to someone I am besotted, intrigued, love or just invested in psychologically.

I realized how good I could speak in French without any background, how fast I could read my novels, how long I could sustain a conversation with a tough woman and how low my love cells were not running. And now, I am a blogger, back after years of absence. Well it might be true that behind every successful man there is a wonder woman, be that as it may,  it is also true that behind every failing man there might be a nagging woman or just nobody.

My case is yet to unravel because I am neither failing nor excelling but right there in the middle where the wise men have not found a name for. However optics tell my crystal ball that I am making progress, I however can't say whether the prefix 'pro-' shows I am moving forward from a point of stagnation or fail converse to prefix 're' for "retrogress" which is sure as hell dragging me back to hell. Left for my guardian angel to tell which direction I am headed.

This self-actualization trigger is worth keeping and being a keeper that I am she is headed towards my banker but for the fear of the unknown, will she also trigger my self-actualization demons? I am not what she is, Psychologist, to know if self-actualization comes with demons too but I will try to suck the fun out of the juice before I get to the bottom of the jar where I meet my demons. She's my self-actualization sidekick. Look what she made me do.




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