The Girl in Pajamas

A blog of cynicism, judgment and sarcasm from the comfort of my bed.

Adversity is not bias

What is your mission?

Sometimes, it’s the small, unplanned moments in life that teach you the most important lessons. These words are anomalous to the rest of my blog but I owe it to serendipity to let them out into the world.

I’ll start from the breakfast table. A sombreness had overcome me this morning. Its familiar but painful pangs drew out fresh tears from a river that hasn’t yet run its course. So I prayed for wisdom, guidance and strength before I left home to go to work.

Once a semblance of order resumed, I continued on with my day. But a chance meeting with a colleague who is leaving work before the end of January cropped up.

As we sat in the bright, airy, atrium surrounded by whiffs of coffee and scuttling feet, we spoke of callings, of intuition and of ambition. In the flow of the moment, I mentioned my blog and my intention to keep it light-hearted so I can learn to always focus on the good things.

It was then that, I shall call her M, spoke about the power of acknowledging one’s tragedies but channeling its power in a positive way. Adversity is not bias, she relayed. Pain is beautiful. It is the frailty of life that makes us human. At her encouraging words, I thought of each being as a piece of Kintsugi pottery made beautiful by the cracks of their gold-like resilience in the face of adversity. She spoke of journaling this pain each time it surfaced and then going back to see how far one comes along since they first started writing.

I then thought, I too have a story in me. A story of resilience and of overcoming an adversity filled with an intense pain. I can feel this story stirring in my chest right now like a rich broth being brewed in a bewitched pot.

This broth isn’t quite ready yet. It’s a little too bitter here, a little too salty there, a little too watery and a little too spicy. But know that the ladle of this pot is in the hands of a MasterChef, a wizard wiser than Merlin.

One day, when the wizard deems the time as right, I shall serve up this nectar-like broth to you in a golden dish. Like the single-celled amoeba that has evolved into this complex bag of nerves over millions of years, I will tell you the story of human frailty that transcends divinity through intense faith and patience.

Till then, as M said, I shall make it my mission to keep striving to move forward by journaling this story one word, one sentence, one paragraph at a time and watch myself transform!

Signing off,

The hopeful Girl in Pajamas 👩🏻‍🦱

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I am the Girl in Pajamas. I am one inch short of 5ft, my face is covered in pimple scars, I have a squeaky annoying voice and a BMI index of 31.1 (which according to my gynaecologist is borderline obese). I suffer from PCOS, minor alpha thalassemia and apathy. Which means that aside from having a grotesquely high amount of body hair for a woman, I also lack the energy and the will power to shave it off! Every day is bad hair day except on days when I have nowhere to go. In other words, I am your average looking Jane Doe who can lose herself in a crowd of other average looking people without a Henry Cavill look-alike Greek god giving her a second look (count how many times I used the word “look”). In the brain department, however, I consider myself a self-proclaimed smarty pants and enjoy looking down on the stupidity of the rest of the world with a smug satisfaction. Writing is my safety net because I’m otherwise tongue-tied if you speak to me face-to-face. Not because I’m shy but because my lack of nutrition creates a lag in my operating system. I mean a brain fog that prevents me from coming up with the perfect retort to your denseness without being offensive! If you haven’t guessed by now, I also have a very dry sense of humour. And if you enjoy that sort of thing, then you and I will get along just fine! Sincerely The Girl in Pajamas 👩🏻‍🦱

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