Hidden Figures : Proving diversity leads to success

The excitement of watching mathematical brilliance unfold, women showing courage in the face of adversity, the complexity of sending an astronaut into space and an untold true story – brings me pure exhilarating joy and is definitely rated high on my film list.

Based on the book by Margot Lee Shetterly, ‘Hidden Figures’ takes us into the lives of three brilliant African American women during NASA’s space race with Russia in the 1960’s.
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25 things I’m trying to teach my 9 year old girl

Keep on going my girl. Never give up!

My daughter is 9. For her 10th birthday (coming up in just a few weeks) she wants a sleepover. We don’t do sleepovers. Not just yet.

She asked me to take her shopping this past weekend, because she needed a ‘cold shoulder top’ that I wasn’t allowed to buy for her, on my own.

She asks for my phone so she can call her friend and they talk for an insane amount of time! It’s getting to a point where she doesn’t want me to hear her conversation. We all know how that plays out eventually.

At the angelic age of nine, she comes home one afternoon singing ‘Closer’ by The Chainsmokers because – hello mom, all the girls in school know it! By the time I’ve mastered the lyrics (because I try to be the ‘cool’ mom, or so I think), she is singing ‘Shape of You’ by Ed Sheeran. The actual one, not the dentist one floating on Facebook. I take consolation in the fact, that perhaps she doesn’t understand the lyrics, and is just singing along with her friends, because she is still just 9 people! Just 9!

In the midst of all her craziness (bordering on sassiness), I try to reinforce the more meaningful things in life. I try to be a mom.

These are the things I remind her of in my own ways and hope she will be able to take some of it with her as she grows up.
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Nervous flyer? Just a tad.

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Sitting for 8 hours in a confined metal tube, at an altitude of 40,000 feet, hurtling through the air at 550/mph, aboard a long haul flight for me equates to agony, anguish and self-inflicted anxiety!

I have been travelling since I was probably a month old. Most of them long haul flights. But for the last several years, the thought of getting on a plane is beyond unnerving.

My mind is in overdrive thinking of all possible scenarios that could go wrong. Internal dialogues leave me exhausted. Manifesting the worst. Statistics don’t mean squat! Safest mode of travel? I don’t know about that.

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Shot Glass Desserts : Sweetness Personified

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Mini desserts have been trending for a while and it seems like they are here to stay. Perfectly portioned for individual servings, allowing us to sample a variety of them in one sitting! Align them up on your dessert table and they look absolutely stunning.
I enjoy making these mini-desserts for parties we host at home. Inevitably, I end up getting carried away, and try out new combinations and old-time favorites. This results in needing over 50 shot glasses to serve this deliciousness in. So a special thanks to my awesome neighbor for always lending these to me, as a frantically whatsapp her at odd hours!
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Rip & Lift

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Sunday

I’ve been trying to type this post for the last several minutes but with little success. My shoulders and arms are in severe agony and pain. Excruciating, down-right, kick ass pain!  My legs are in no better condition – with muscle spasms every time I reach for my water bottle. Hydrate – they say?!

Friday

This is the day I actually wrote the post. I needed 4 days of recovery from DOMS (delayed onset of muscle soreness).

Reason : Another hardcore (self-afflicted) class at my local gym – after a long hiatus.

On the gym schedule this class was highlighted in ‘red’ which essentially means – hopefully you will be able to walk (or crawl) out of the class alive and breathing. When you see a red class, you also inevitably remind yourself of the waiver you signed – giving up your rights to everything after class. The class was called ‘Rip ‘n’ Lift’. I think they purposely come up with these ingenious names that intrigue you to a point where you think if I do one of these classes – I’m definitely looking ripped.

(Reality check : not happening).

It is however, an extremely well choreographed group class which incorporates the use of the barbell along with some free weights and some highly motivating music tracks – pretty similar to Bodypump!

This is how my Sunday transpired.

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Reminiscing the ‘good times’ with friends

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Reconnecting with your friends from ‘back in the day’ is oddly fulfilling. A completely different time in your life. A time of laughter, craziness, heartache and tears!  A time when these friends were your heart and soul.  Nothing in your life could possibly get done without that quick ‘call and consult’  with your friend. A time when the biggest responsibility was perhaps just getting out of bed in the morning! A time of fierce loyalties among friends and conflicts the same (blame it on the teenage hormones!). A time of self-doubt, wanting to fit in desperately, and trying to understand the Pythagoras Theorem in all it’s glory.

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