Vidya Sury

10 hours ago | medium.com | Vidya Sury

MOTIVATIONWhen you think of your aspirations, what comes to mind immediately? No, don’t dismiss it!Those thoughts, desires, wishes, dreams, they all come from inside you. To deny them is to deny part of yourself. No, I am not saying you should pack up, ditch your family, and run off. But, please do not shove those thoughts aside when they bloom inside your head simply because you are overwhelmed by busyness. Take a few minutes (and a deep breath if you like) to explore them.

20 hours ago | medium.com | Vidya Sury

SELF-AWARENESSHer Joy was a painful reminder of everything I had to let go ofShe looked stunning in her leopard-print halter-neck bodycon dress and contrasting stiletto heels. I was especially drawn to her Facebook post because we both share a love for powerlifting. As I scrolled through her photos, I felt a surge of emotion I didn’t expect.

2 days ago | medium.com | Han Le |Vidya Sury

SELF-IMPROVEMENTHow to Write HappilyWhen I told my family I wanted to become a writer, they immediately pictured a “messy life” filled with overdrinking, romantic chaos, and emotional volatility. They gained these impressions from the lives of famous authors, such as Hemingway, Wilde, or Kerouac, as well as their acquaintances who had pursued artistic paths. Their fear wasn’t misplaced. The Myth of the Suffering ArtistIn graduate school, I was part of a writer circle.

2 days ago | medium.com | Vera-Marie Landi |Vidya Sury

Namaste Now | HumorUnaware he was hiding in the grass, I was too tempting for him to pass upSpring, in my area, means warm weather, leaves blooming on the trees, and insects awakening from their hiding places. Little did I know I would come into contact with a rather strange intruder. During the early stage of the pandemic, children were given laptops and attended virtual school from home.

3 days ago | medium.com | Vidya Sury

NATUREI ordered some groceries as usual from the “quick basket” section of my local grocery store — eggs, bread, veggies. When the doorbell rang, the young chap handed over my brown cover with the order and stood there humming while I checked. There were a couple of handmade paperish cards on top. Curious, I picked one up to see. The boy looked impatient, as if to say please-pay-so-I-can-be-on-my-way. While he took a picture of the delivered items, I was thrilled to discover what the card said.