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Some people always seem to know what to say I’d love to discover their secrets some day To put my foot in mouth I am inclined Somehow my reasonably sharp mind Does not appear to be as bright When tasked with choosing words right So often what I intend as witty repartee Ends up soundingContinue reading “The right thing to say..”

There is so much negativity in the news It rubs off on me, therefore I must choose Ignorance over awareness now In a hyperconnected world, I guess I can allow Myself to sometimes hide under a rock News of doom and gloom purposefully block.. * Gone are the days when I felt I was requiredContinue reading “I choose.. no news”

I’ve got to go to work everyday I’ve got to face challenges along the way I’ve got to listen to my patients’ concerns Their confidence in my abilities, I’ve got to earn New skills in my field of practice I’ve got to learn Sometimes the midnight oil I’ve got to burn When my profession demandsContinue reading “I get to work”

There are times when I simply let it go Let someone steal my thunder, and throw Everything I have worked hard for under the bus I don’t want to be perceived as creating a fuss By asking for credit, I just hope some day Karma would let due recognition come my way… * There areContinue reading “My thunder shall not be stolen..”

Between stimulus and response there is a space I must pause for reflection in that place Before an appropriate response I formulate Instead of regretting my knee-jerk reaction too late.. * There is always a pause, albeit small That can be used to think, to stall A response after a stimulus reaches you It isContinue reading “The Space”

I fail when I desperately want to succeed I fail when success I sorely need I fail, and the failure cuts like a knife I fail, and get up reluctantly, because that is life.. * Sometimes my self-worth I end up tying To a narrow definition of success- despite trying When I do not succeed,Continue reading “Success I need”

(Inspired by catherinechengmd.com) With immense gratitude I end today It was a perfect day, I must say! * The first question is how I would define A perfect day- nothing happened to blow mind But the day was smooth, the hundred little moments In which things could go wrong did not present Any obstacles, forContinue reading “A perfect day”

It takes courage to admit you do not know Rather than feigning confidence to show That you are in control when you are screaming inside Afraid of your ignorance and wishing to hide Projecting false confidence works to some extent But the eventual solution to your predicament Is to actually learn what you do notContinue reading “I don’t know…”

I check off my list another destination The reality does not match the expectation Of visiting a tourist spot world-famous Braving long lines and crowds enormous We finally spend a few moments in admiration Of the vista which is different from my imagination Then it is time to leave this crowded place Where irritable touristsContinue reading “Travel on the road less traveled..”

I keep trying to turn over a new leaf I want to let go of my old, limiting beliefs When I am happy, I am motivated, I make progress But when I am perturbed, into old habits I regress The old patterns of thinking and doing things happen to be Etched deeply, ingrained within myContinue reading “Those familiar follies of the past..”

Each time you do something I should pat you on the back Shower praise on you for staying on the right track Every accomplishment of yours I should celebrate Applaud you for each activity in which you participate Tell you repeatedly how awesome you are With positive reinforcement in life you should go far.. *Continue reading “Well done, my child!”

This poem reflects the Japanese philosophy of Wabi-sabi that emphasizes the beauty of imperfection, asymmetry and transience. I have included one of my sketches from Mother’s Day which shows clear (glaring?) imperfections.. So you think you can’t be an artist, think again Breathe, and let your imagination take the reins Look at the natural worldContinue reading “The imperfect artist”