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A To-Do List Before I Die: Chasing the Best of Being Human

January 16, 2025

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The other day, I witnessed something that shook me to my core. A neighbor, a kind and gentle soul, passed away after bravely refusing dialysis. I saw him take his last breaths, saw the fragility of life unfold right before my eyes. It was peaceful but heavy. I declared his death. And then, as I stood there in the stillness of it all, a voice inside me whispered:

“Butter, one day, this will be you.”

I’m not going to lie—death is a gloomy thought. But it’s also deeply introspective. If I were lying on my deathbed right now, gasping between life and whatever comes after, would I be proud of how I lived? Would I feel full? Satisfied? Would I say, “Yep, that was it. That’s the life I wanted”?

Honestly… I’m not sure. And that uncertainty feels like a wake-up call.

So here I am, alive, caffeinated, and making a to-do list before I die. A collection of the best human experiences I want to taste, touch, hear, and feel before it’s my turn to head toward the light. Because let’s face it—we don’t know our expiry date. It could be years away or sneaking up on us faster than we’d like to think. Either way, I want to make sure I’ve done the good stuff.

Here’s what’s on my “Before Butter Kicks the Bucket” list:

1. Stand in Awe of Nature’s Majesty

I want to stand beneath the Northern Lights and feel like the sky is throwing me a personal light show. I want to hike through forests so dense they smell like rain and secrets. I want to scream into the Grand Canyon and hear the echoes yell back, “Girl, you’re alive!”

2. Apologize Where It Counts

Not the “Sorry, I bumped into you” kind. The real apologies. The ones that fix bridges I’ve let crumble and soften hearts I might’ve hurt. Imagine going out of this world lighter because you let go of all that emotional baggage.

3. Love Without Safety Nets

I’m not talking about romance alone—I’m talking about loving fiercely, recklessly, without worrying if it’s reciprocated or if it’ll hurt later. Just raw, unapologetic love for people, animals, maybe even pizza.

4. Witness a Sunrise and Sunset in the Same Day

I want to wake up early enough to watch the world yawn into a sunrise and then stick around to see it tuck itself back in with a sunset. A full day where I’m just there, soaking it all up, no distractions.

5. Learn to Dance Like No One’s Watching

Cliché? Sure. But I’ve spent too many parties clinging to the wall because I thought I couldn’t dance. Before I die, I want to fling my arms around, stomp my feet, and look utterly ridiculous while not caring one bit.

6. Write Letters for the Ones I Love

I want to write letters they can open after I’m gone. Letters that say, “Hey, I loved you so much that I’m haunting you with my words.” Funny ones, heartfelt ones, ones they’ll read when they miss me most.

7. Try Something Scary

Skydiving. Shark cage diving. Karaoke night. Something that makes me stare fear in the face and go, “Not today, Satan.”

8. Create Something That Outlives Me

A painting, a book, a blog (hello, dearfeiend.blog!). Something that says, Butter was here, even after I’m not.

9. Sit with Someone in Their Final Moments

Having witnessed death, I now understand how important it is to be there. To hold a hand, say kind words, and make sure no one leaves this world feeling alone.

10. Laugh Until I Cry

It’s such a pure moment when laughter turns into tears, isn’t it? I want more of that, surrounded by people who get my weird jokes.

11. Travel Without a Plan

Just pack a bag and go. No itinerary. No schedules. Just me, a map, and the thrill of discovering what’s out there.

12. Forgive Myself

This one’s tough, but necessary. I need to forgive myself for the mistakes, the bad days, the things I wish I could’ve done differently. If I don’t, I’ll carry them to the grave—and I’d rather not.

13. Plant a Tree

I want to plant something that will grow long after I’m gone, giving shade, oxygen, and a quiet place for someone to sit and think.

14. Watch a Meteor Shower

I want to lie on a blanket, under the stars, and watch meteors streak across the sky. It’ll remind me how small and fleeting we all are, in the best way possible.

15. Say Thank You

To the universe, to the people who’ve shaped me, to the little moments that made life worth living. Gratitude is underrated.

I don’t know when I’ll finish this list, but I know I’m starting now. Life is short, friends. Too short to wait for someday. Let’s make someday today.

What’s on your list? Let me know in the comments—I might want to borrow a few ideas. After all, we’re all just figuring out this life thing together.

Love,

Butter

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“From Werewolves to Wealth: How Butter Became an Author (and Why You Should Read Her Book!)”

January 14, 2025

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Dear friends,

Guess what? I DID IT! 🎉 Your girl Butter has officially joined the ranks of authors with her very first e-book, A Doctor’s Guide to Financial Health: Financial Healing: A Physician-MBA’s Guide to Wealth and Well-Being. This book has been a rollercoaster of dreams, doubts, caffeine-fueled nights, and finally—fulfillment. And the best part? It’s FREE for the next five days! Yes, free as in “no cost, no strings, no guilt for skipping your coffee today.”

The Wild Ride to Becoming an Author
When I first thought about writing a book, let me tell you, this wasn’t it. Nope. My initial idea involved an epic revenge saga featuring werewolves and witches. I had visions of Hollywood calling—”Butter, your story is the next big blockbuster!” But alas, my wolves sounded more like whiny puppies.

Then I considered becoming the next Agatha Christie with a mystery thriller about a mass murderer, where I’d swoop in as the clever sleuth to save the world. But my detective skills max out at finding my lost car keys, so that idea fizzled.

I even toyed with writing an Indian cookbook about balanced nutrition (funny, considering my idea of “balance” is having equal parts butter and bread). There was also a fleeting moment when I thought an autobiography might work—but let’s face it, my most dramatic chapter would be the time I burned my popcorn while binge-watching Netflix. Not exactly gripping material.

Finally, I thought: What’s something that can truly help the people I care about? And there it was—this e-book. It combines my experiences as a physician and MBA, offering a straightforward guide to navigating the often-daunting world of finances while keeping your well-being intact.

Why You Should Read This Book
This isn’t just a book. It’s a love letter to all of you—my friends, colleagues, and anyone out there feeling a bit lost in the financial jungle. It’s practical, relatable, and full of the same warmth I bring to our coffee chats. ☕ Whether you’re just starting to think about savings, managing debt, or planning for the future, there’s something in here for you.

And did I mention it’s FREE for five days? (Okay, I know I did, but come on, how often do we get anything free these days?)

A First-Time Author’s Heartfelt Plea
Now, I’m not just asking you to download the book—I’m asking you to read it. Give it a chance. Let me know what you think. Your feedback, your thoughts, your stories—they mean the world to me. You’ve inspired me every step of the way, and now I’m dying to hear what you think of this book.

Leave a review, send me a message, or even text me with a “Hey, I read your book, and here’s what I think!” Every word matters. Every voice matters. And you, my friends, matter most of all. 💖

Get Your Copy Here
👉 A Doctor’s Guide to Financial Health

So, what are you waiting for? Go grab your copy, pour yourself a cup of tea (or wine, no judgment), and let’s start this journey to financial healing together.

With all my love and excitement,
Butter

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The Great Wi-Fi Breakdown of 2025: Butter vs. the Internet Void

January 11, 2025

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There I was, minding my own business, writing a blog post about the importance of modern connectivity when BAM! The Wi-Fi went down. At first, I thought it was just a hiccup—a blip in the matrix. A quick reset of the router would fix it, right? Wrong. This was no ordinary outage. This was a full-blown Wi-Fi blackout that lasted three days. Three. Whole. Days.

Do you know what happens when a 21st-century human loses internet access? Chaos. Utter chaos.

Day 1: Denial and Delusion

The first few hours, I was convinced it was a minor issue. “This is fine,” I told myself, staring at the blinking red light on my router. “A quick fix.” Spoiler: it was not fine.

When the realization hit, I went through the five stages of grief at lightning speed:

1. Denial: “This can’t be happening. My ISP wouldn’t do me like this!”

2. Anger: “How dare they! I pay good money for this service!”

3. Bargaining: “Maybe if I unplug and replug the router for the 40th time, the internet gods will bless me.”

4. Depression: “What’s the point of anything if I can’t even Google it?”

5. Acceptance: “Fine. I’ll just… read a book or something. Do people still do that?”

Day 2: The Handicapped Modern Human

Day two was when the reality of my dependence on the internet smacked me square in the face.

• Groceries? Can’t order them. Turns out, I didn’t even know the phone number for the local store.

• Work? Forget blogging—I couldn’t even think of a topic without my trusty search engine. I sat staring at a blank Word doc like it owed me money.

• Entertainment? No Netflix. No YouTube. I tried watching regular TV, but it felt like eating stale bread when you’re used to sourdough fresh from the oven.

Worst of all, my stock market trading—my side hustle!—was a disaster. I had no idea whether my shares were soaring or sinking. Every minute offline felt like a missed opportunity (or a lost fortune). I even considered walking to the library to use their free Wi-Fi, but let’s be honest, I couldn’t remember where it was.

Day 3: Adaptation and Strange Joy

By the third day, something miraculous happened: I… adapted. Don’t get me wrong—this wasn’t some “aha!” moment of enlightenment. It was more of a reluctant surrender to my tech-free reality.

• I rediscovered my love of journaling (on actual paper! With a pen!).

• I went for a long walk and noticed things I hadn’t in years—like how my neighbor’s dog growls at literally everyone.

• I sat on the balcony with a cup of coffee and stared into the distance. It was strangely meditative, although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t imagining my Wi-Fi icon coming back to life.

By the time the internet was finally restored, I had a new perspective. Sure, life without Wi-Fi feels impossible at first, but it’s also a reminder of how tethered we’ve become to our screens. Those three days forced me to slow down, get creative, and confront how much I rely on a steady connection to function.

What I Learned from the Breakdown

1. Plan B is essential: Have offline backups of critical information—like grocery lists, recipes, or emergency phone numbers. I’m now the proud owner of a physical notebook labeled “In Case of Wi-Fi Apocalypse.”

2. Real-world connections matter: I finally visited a friend who lives ten minutes away because I couldn’t text her. It was… delightful.

3. It’s okay to unplug sometimes: I wouldn’t choose a Wi-Fi breakdown, but it taught me that stepping away from the digital world is more refreshing than I realized.

A Note to My Future Self

Dear Butter,

If this ever happens again, remember: you survived it once, and you can survive it again. The world doesn’t end without Wi-Fi—it just feels like it does. Breathe, adapt, and maybe invest in a backup mobile hotspot.

To anyone reading this, I hope you never experience the Great Wi-Fi Breakdown, but if you do, lean into the chaos. Who knows? You might rediscover some simple joys… or at least find out where your library is.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to catch up on three days’ worth of internet. Priorities, you know?

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The Myth of the Magical Hour: How I Stopped Waiting and Started Doing

January 8, 2025

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esterday, I had a full-on existential couch potato moment. You know the one—you’re sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling, and contemplating life’s big questions, like, “Why haven’t I written my book?” and “How does my couch always eat my socks?” My to-do list was screaming for attention: writing a novel, finishing my online courses, launching my YouTube channel. And what was I doing? Absolutely nothing, except auditioning for the role of a modern-day sloth.

Here’s the thing: I wasn’t lazy. (Okay, a little lazy.) But mostly, I was waiting. Waiting for the perfect time. The perfect mood. The perfect burst of creative energy where I’d morph into some kind of productivity superhero. Spoiler alert: That perfect moment? It doesn’t exist.

My Couch Epiphany

As I lay there, weighed down by both guilt and snacks, I decided to try something different. I didn’t leap up and conquer my entire dream list (who am I, Wonder Woman?), but I did something.

I got up, shuffled around the room, popped in my earbuds, and started listening to a long-neglected audiobook while walking in circles like a caffeinated hamster. It wasn’t revolutionary, but it worked. Those 20 minutes of walking:
- Got me 20% closer to my daily workout goal.
- Checked off “finally listen to that book” from my guilt pile.
- Gave me a tiny boost of “Hey, I’m not totally useless today!”
Small actions, but they got me moving—literally and figuratively.

Tiny Chunks of Progress

After my walk, I made myself a lemon tea (because tea solves everything), and out of nowhere, an idea hit me for the book I’ve been avoiding for months. I grabbed my notebook and wrote down four sentences. Just four. But you know what? Four sentences are better than zero sentences.

And that’s when I realized: I’ve been spending way too much time waiting for the mythical “perfect time” to make progress. I’d been looking for hours when all I needed were minutes.

Enter Someday Is Today

This little revelation got a serious boost when I picked up Matthew Dicks’ book, Someday Is Today. Let me tell you, it’s a game-changer. One of his core ideas is that time isn’t something you find; it’s something you make. If we keep waiting for those big, perfect blocks of time, we’ll be waiting forever.

Dicks talks about using “slivers of time” to chip away at your goals. Those tiny windows—two minutes while waiting for your coffee to brew, five minutes in line at the grocery store—are opportunities. Instead of scrolling Instagram or zoning out, you could brainstorm ideas, jot down notes, or even meditate. (Okay, maybe not in the grocery store. People might stare.)

He also hits hard on the idea that procrastination is a thief, stealing the life you could be living. Every time you say, “I’ll do it later,” you’re letting the thief win. And let’s be honest—later is code for never.

A New Way to Think About Time

Inspired by Someday Is Today and my own walk-and-tea breakthrough, I decided to treat my time like a mosaic. Life isn’t one big canvas; it’s made up of tiny, colorful tiles. Here’s how I’m piecing mine together:
- 5 minutes: Jot down blog ideas, declutter my desk, or reply to that one email I’ve been ignoring.
- 10 minutes: Stretch, meditate, or listen to a quick podcast.
- 20 minutes: Walk while brainstorming or draft a scrappy version of a YouTube script.
- 30 minutes: Dive into a creative project without worrying if it’s perfect.
Every little chunk adds up. It’s not about doing everything at once; it’s about doing something consistently.

The Beauty of Crappy First Drafts

Another gem from Dicks’ book is the beauty of “crappy first drafts.” Whether you’re writing, painting, or planning, the first version doesn’t have to be good—it just has to exist. Those four sentences I wrote for my book? Not exactly Pulitzer-worthy, but they’re there. And that’s better than the perfect sentences I never got around to writing.

Butter’s New Time Mantra

Here’s the deal: waiting for the magical hour is a waste of time. The magic is in the minutes you actually use. Whether it’s scribbling down half-baked ideas or walking in circles while listening to a book, every little action nudges you closer to your goals.

So if you’re lying on your couch, waiting for inspiration to strike, get up. Brew some tea. Walk around. Do something, no matter how small. Because someday isn’t a far-off, magical place. Someday is today, and it starts with what you do in the next five minutes.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got 10 minutes to write a plot twist for my book and 20 minutes to edit a YouTube script. No magical hour required.
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“MBA Done, Now What? A Doctor’s Guide to Ridiculously Ambitious Ideas (With Zero Funds)”

January 7, 2025

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So, the big day is almost here—I’m about to hold my MBA certificate in my hand, and the floodgates of ambition have officially burst open. You’d think my brain would focus on something practical like updating my LinkedIn profile, but nope. Instead, I’ve spiraled into a whirlwind of outrageous business ideas, each one more questionable than the last.

As a physician turned MBA grad (an odd combo already), I have a unique perspective: anything is possible! Except maybe managing my bank account, which currently looks like I used it to fund an emotional support goat. But let’s not dwell on that. Let me walk you through my brilliant post-MBA ideas.

1. Takeaway Restaurant: Butter Bites

What could go wrong with opening a restaurant? Oh, right—everything. But hear me out: Butter Bites would serve gourmet meals with quirky names like “Code Blue Curry” or “Stethoscope Spaghetti.” It’ll be a fusion of food and flair, because obviously people want Instagrammable dosas. The catch? I don’t cook, and my kitchen skills max out at boiling water for tea. Moving on.

2. A Cowboy-Themed Salon: Butter’s Saloon

Not just a hair salon—a saloon. Picture this: clients get their hair done while sipping root beer and listening to a banjo cover of Taylor Swift. We’ll offer themed trims like the “Outlaw Fade” and “Cowgirl Curls.” Bonus: we’ll host monthly line-dancing workshops. The downside? I have no clue how to cut hair or line dance. But hey, minor details!

3. Gift Shop for Weirdly Specific People

Welcome to “Butter’s Boutique,” where every gift is a conversation starter. Mugs for dog moms who also love true crime. Aprons for people obsessed with sourdough starters. Notebooks for overthinkers (with inspirational quotes like “It’s okay, no one read that email anyway”). Who wouldn’t want to shop here? My bank account, that’s who.

4. Fruit Dehydration Business: The Dry Life

This is my entrepreneurial take on healthy living. I’ll dehydrate fruits into expensive snacks and call it artisanal wellness. Think dried mango slices shaped like butterflies or guava chips dusted with edible glitter. Honestly, this feels doable. Except for the part where I don’t own a single dehydrator. Details!

5. Medical College: Butter Institute of Medicine (BIM)

This one feels right in my wheelhouse. At BIM, we’ll focus on real-world medical skills, like how to politely tell a patient Google isn’t their doctor or how to keep a straight face when someone insists turmeric cures everything. We’d offer courses like “How to Survive 36-Hour Shifts” and “The Art of Saying ‘I Don’t Know’ Without Losing Credibility.” Funding? Faculty? State approval? Yeah, still working on those.

6. Movie Production Company: Butter Films

Why not jump into Bollywood or Hollywood? My production house, Butter Films, would churn out feel-good movies with a dash of medical drama. Think Grey’s Anatomy meets Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. Of course, I’d need actors, sets, and… well, an actual budget. But if my friends are willing to act for free pizza, I think we’re good to go.

7. An IT Startup: Butter Tech

Everyone’s talking about AI and blockchain, so why not ride the wave? Butter Tech would focus on cutting-edge solutions like apps that help doctors find the one pen that actually works or scheduling software that doesn’t ruin your life. I don’t code, but that’s what interns are for, right?

8. A School with a Twist

Butter Academy for Brilliance (B.A.B.) would be a place where kids learn everything traditional schools skip. Courses like “How to Survive a Group Project Without Screaming” and “Basic Taxes for Dummies.” Of course, I’d insist on a strict no-parent-teacher-meetings policy because, frankly, I don’t have the energy for Karen.

9. A Personal Growth App: The Butter Method

Self-help is all the rage, so why not create an app that guides people toward their goals? Daily affirmations, customized plans, and maybe even a sarcastic voice option for people who can’t take motivational quotes seriously. If I can convince one overachiever to meditate instead of doom-scroll, it’s a win!

10. Butter’s All-in-One Wellness Retreat

Imagine a picturesque hilltop location where you can sip herbal tea, take yoga classes, and attend lectures on the gut-brain connection. There’d also be a “Vent Room” where you can scream into a pillow about insurance paperwork. It’s therapeutic, it’s trendy, and it’s exactly the kind of thing people will overpay for.

Reality Check

Do I have money for any of these? Nope. Do I have enough coffee to keep brainstorming? Absolutely. The beauty of an MBA isn’t just that it teaches you about markets, operations, and leadership—it also convinces you that you can do anything. (Even if that “anything” includes dehydrating guava or creating a movie empire.)

For now, I think I’ll stick to what I do best: dreaming big, sipping chai, and writing about it all. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that every wildly successful idea starts with someone saying, “Wait… what if?”

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to Google “how to write a business plan in 24 hours.”

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Mind Addiction: Finding the Sweet Spot Between Logic and Gut Feelings

January 6, 2025

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So there I was, curled up on my couch with a giant bowl of popcorn, re-watching “Jab We Met” for the hundredth time. If you’ve seen it (and if you haven’t, seriously, what are you doing with your life?), you know it’s the story of Geet—a wildly emotional, follow-your-heart kind of heroine. She dances through life fueled by her gut feelings and over-the-top optimism, and honestly? It’s magical.

She’s the poster child for living life to the fullest: hopping on trains, chasing her dreams, and giving zero thought to “what will people say?” Watching her, I couldn’t help but think, Wow, this is the kind of joy we all need.

But—and here’s the catch—Geet’s decisions weren’t all sunshine and Bhatinda-bound trains. Remember how her purely emotional choices landed her in trouble too? Running away to follow her heart meant heartbreak, homelessness, and getting caught in some seriously messy situations.

That’s the thing about gut-driven decisions: they bring the highs, but without balance, they can also drag you into some pretty big lows. So as I sat there laughing, crying, and questioning why life isn’t scripted by Imtiaz Ali, I realized the real takeaway from Geet’s story: the happiest, most fulfilling life is the one that strikes a balance between your mind and heart.

Let’s talk about why overthinking won’t get you there, why emotions need a little logic to keep them in check, and how to find that perfect harmony for a happier life.

Story 1: The Dinner I Almost Missed Thanks to Logic

A few weeks ago, I got an invite to dinner with some old friends I hadn’t seen in years. My heart immediately went, “Yes! This is going to be amazing!” But my brain was like the annoying practical voiceover in a bad commercial.

• “Do you really want to sit through traffic after such a long day?”

• “What if the conversation feels forced? What if it’s awkward?”

• “You were planning a quiet night with pizza and your favorite show!”

For ten minutes, I sat there, debating whether to go or not, while my brain delivered a running list of reasons to stay home. Finally, I rolled my eyes at myself and thought, What would Geet do? I grabbed my purse and went.

And guess what? It was amazing. We laughed so hard I nearly choked on dessert. We swapped stories about the dumb things we did in college, and it felt like no time had passed at all. It was the kind of night that reminds you how much you need connection and joy, even when it’s inconvenient.

The moral? My brain had logical points, but sometimes, logic just needs to sit down and let your heart drive the train. Because joy doesn’t follow your schedule—it shows up when you let it.

Why Overthinking Sucks the Fun Out of Life

Let’s get one thing straight: logic isn’t the enemy. It helps us make smart choices, like not spending all our savings on a spontaneous trip to Paris (though I’d argue that’s sometimes worth it too). But when you overthink everything, life starts to feel like a math test where every decision has to be the “right” answer.

You stop saying yes to spontaneous plans because you’re busy predicting every possible outcome. You hesitate to take risks because, What if it doesn’t work out? And before you know it, you’re stuck in analysis paralysis, missing out on the very things that make life exciting.

Studies even show that overthinking is linked to anxiety and lower happiness. It’s like trying to live life with a spreadsheet open in your head—organized but deeply unsatisfying.

Story 2: The Job That Looked Perfect on Paper

Take my friend Mia, for example. She got this incredible job offer a couple of years ago—higher pay, prestigious title, corner office, the works. Logic told her, “You’d be crazy to pass this up!”

Her gut, though? It was sending little warning signals. “You’ll be far from your friends. What about your Sunday brunch crew? Who’s going to be there when you’re overwhelmed?” But the salary won out, and she packed her bags for the new city.

At first, it was great. The paycheck was shiny, the apartment was Instagram-worthy, and her parents couldn’t stop bragging about her. But as time went on, the loneliness set in. Work was demanding, and without her friends around, she didn’t have anyone to lean on during the hard days. She had climbed the ladder, but the view from the top wasn’t nearly as satisfying as she’d imagined.

That’s the problem with decisions driven by logic alone: they might look perfect on paper, but if they don’t align with your heart, they’ll never feel right.

The Art of Balancing Mind and Heart

Here’s the million-dollar question: how do you balance thoughtful rationale with emotional gut feelings? It’s not about choosing one over the other—it’s about letting them work together. Think of it like a duet: your brain plays the steady rhythm, while your heart brings the melody.

Here’s how to get there:

1. Listen to Both Voices. When faced with a decision, take a moment to ask yourself: What does my brain say? What does my gut say? Give both a chance to speak before making a choice.

2. Use the “Will I Regret This?” Test. Ask yourself, If I don’t do this, will I regret it later? If the answer is yes, it’s worth giving your heart a little more weight in the decision.

3. Don’t Fear Mistakes. Look, you’re going to make decisions that don’t work out sometimes. That’s life. But mistakes teach you what your heart and head really need, so don’t let the fear of failure hold you back.

4. Set a “Joy Budget.” Life’s not just about ticking boxes. Make space in your week for things that make you happy—whether it’s catching up with friends, eating dessert, or dancing in your living room to your favorite Bollywood hits.

5. Practice the Pause. If you’re overthinking something, pause. Step away, do something fun, and let your heart and mind simmer down. Clarity often comes when you stop forcing it.

Story 3: The Dog That Changed Everything

A few years ago, I went to the shelter “just to look” (famous last words). That’s where I met Luna, a scruffy little furball with the saddest eyes. My heart immediately screamed, “This is your dog!”

Of course, my brain jumped in with every reason why this was a terrible idea. “You’re too busy. Dogs are expensive. Are you ready for the responsibility?” But my gut wouldn’t let me leave without her.

And you know what? She’s the best decision I’ve ever made. Luna brings joy into my life every single day. She reminds me to stay present, to laugh, and to appreciate the small things. Sure, she’s a little chaotic, but aren’t all the best things in life?

The Big Takeaway

In Jab We Met, Geet’s life transformed when she let her heart lead. But it’s also her willingness to reflect and balance her emotions with some practicality that eventually brought her happiness.

The same is true for us. Logic keeps us grounded, while our emotions give life its color. When you let them work in harmony, you create a life that’s both meaningful and joyful.

So the next time you’re stuck in overthinking mode, ask yourself: What would Geet do? Maybe she’d take a train. Or maybe she’d dance in the rain. Either way, she’d remind you that the best decisions come from a little bit of both—your head and your heart.

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“Too Busy or Too Free: A Horoscope Made Me Question My Entire Life”

January 3, 2025

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Ah, horoscopes. The internet’s little love letter to your existential crisis. This morning, I read my daily horoscope, and let me tell you, it was a chef’s kiss moment of celestial confusion:

“You are either too busy or too free. Take this time to reevaluate your life choices before it’s too late.”

Um, excuse me, stars? Am I a workaholic juggling three planners or a couch potato perfecting the art of blanket burritoing? Could you maybe… I don’t know, pick a lane?

Horoscopes: Your Daily Roast by the Universe

It reminded me of the time my horoscope told me to “embrace spontaneity.” So naturally, I decided to go wild and buy a new laundry detergent scent. A bold lavender-vanilla mix. Let me tell you, my clothes smelled like a bakery on a spa day, and I’m still wondering if that’s what the universe had in mind.

Another classic was the prediction, “An unexpected financial gain is in your future.” I spent the whole week thinking I’d stumble upon a winning lottery ticket. Turns out, the “financial gain” was a $5 refund from an overcharged grocery receipt. Thanks, universe, I’ll try not to spend it all in one place.

Numerology: Math, But Make It Mystical

Don’t even get me started on numerology. One time, someone told me my life path number was 7, which means I’m introspective, spiritual, and drawn to deep mysteries. I was like, “Sure, but I also just spent two hours trying to figure out how to microwave a potato properly, so maybe dial it back on the ‘mystical genius’ stuff.”

There was also the moment I got hooked on angel numbers. I kept seeing 333 everywhere. I thought it was a divine sign—until I realized it was just the cost of my regular coffee order. A latte and a life lesson, all for $3.33.

Tarot: When Cards Read You to Filth

Tarot cards are the OG of mystical sass. I once drew the “Tower” card during a reading, and the reader gave me a sheepish look. “This indicates upheaval,” she said. Sure enough, two hours later, I dropped my phone in the toilet. Upheaval achieved.

Another time, I got the “Fool” card, which is supposed to represent new beginnings and innocence. I thought, How cute!Then I tripped on my shoelace while walking out of the reading. The cards don’t lie, folks.

Psychic Readings: Suspense, Served With a Side of Ambiguity

Psychic readings are like a suspense novel where you never get the last chapter. I once went to a psychic who told me, “You’re going to meet someone important in the next six months.” That’s it. No name, no description, no vibe. I spent half a year side-eyeing every stranger in the grocery store, wondering if they were my destiny.

When the six months passed and I hadn’t met anyone “important,” I decided the psychic probably meant I was the important person I’d meet. Cue a self-love montage of me buying snacks for one and taking selfies with my cat.

So, Why Do We Believe?

Here’s the thing: horoscopes, tarot, numerology, and psychic readings—they’re like the universal meme factory of the soul. Sure, they’re vague, but that’s their magic. They throw you a breadcrumb of wisdom, and suddenly you’re deep in thought, wondering if you should switch careers or try bangs.

We believe because sometimes it feels good to think the universe is rooting for us—or at least laughing with us. And if you don’t believe, at least you’ll get a funny story out of it.

So whether you’re “too busy” or “too free,” just remember: the universe might not have all the answers, but it definitely has a sense of humor. And isn’t that kind of comforting?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I just pulled the “Chariot” card, and I think it’s telling me to order takeout. Because nothing says “victory” like pad Thai and spring rolls.

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New Year, New Me… Again? A Love Letter to Half-Finished Resolutions

January 2, 2025

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Ah, January—the season of fresh starts, gym signups, and the annual ritual of lying to ourselves about who we’ll become. Every year, we declare, “This is the year I transform!” And then, without fail, February rolls around, and I’m back to eating chips in bed like it’s a competitive sport.

But this year? This year, I’m doing things differently. Instead of the usual crash-and-burn resolutions, I’m embracing micro-goals—small, doable habits that’ll (hopefully) turn me into the Beyoncé of my own life by 2026. And if I fail? Well, at least I’ve made some progress—and had a few laughs along the way.

Micro-Goals That Even Lazy Me Can Handle

1. Dance Like Nobody’s Watching (For 10 Minutes)

Because let’s face it: nobody is watching. Unless you have nosey neighbors, in which case, they’re in for a treat. A quick 10-minute kitchen dance session every day keeps the doctor away (and spices up my mundane attempts at cooking). Add a one-hour walk to this plan, and boom—I’m basically an Olympian.

2. Eat Whatever You Want (Except Sweets)

No crash diets here, friends. I’m officially renouncing the days of eating kale chips and pretending they’re good. This year, I’m eating whatever I like—burgers, fries, pizza—except sweets. (I know. I’m crying, too.) But hey, maybe I’ll finally develop a taste for fruit. Or convince myself that “dark chocolate counts as health food.”

3. Pay Yourself First (a.k.a. Hide Your Money From Yourself)

Step 1: Get paid.

Step 2: Immediately squirrel away some cash into savings before you can blow it on things like overpriced candles or “emotional support lattes.”

Step 3: Feel smug and responsible for approximately five minutes.

Future me is already high-fiving current me for this one.

4. Become an Audiobook Snob

Why just walk when you can walk and learn things? This year, I’m turning my daily walks into a nerdy adventure by listening to one audiobook chapter per day. By December, I’ll have read—or, you know, listened to—more books than I’ve pretended to read in my entire life.

5. Become a YouTube Star, One Bite-Sized Task at a Time

Making one YouTube video a week sounds intimidating, but breaking it into baby steps makes it doable:

• Day 1: Come up with a clickbait-y title and thumbnail (e.g., “I Danced for 10 Minutes and This Happened”).

• Day 2: Write a script so I don’t sound like I’m winging it.

• Day 3: Record the audio and wonder why my voice sounds weird.

• Day 4: Shoot the video while pretending I’m not awkward on camera.

• Day 5: Edit the video and resist the urge to throw my laptop out the window.

• Day 6: Launch the video and immediately text all my friends, “LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE!”

• Day 7: Celebrate my tiny victory with nachos.

6. Meditate (a.k.a. Try Not to Fall Asleep)

Meditating for 10 minutes before breakfast is my way of saying, “Hey, brain, let’s not panic about emails yet.” I’ll sit, breathe, and definitely not spend the whole time thinking about what’s for lunch.

Habit Stacking: The Lazy Genius Hack

The secret to making all this stick? Stack these habits onto things I already do. For example:

• Meditate right after brushing my teeth, because I’m already standing there doing nothing.

• Dance while my coffee brews, turning the kitchen into my own personal concert.

• Listen to audiobooks while walking, so I can tell people, “Oh, I read this fascinating book…” without admitting I didn’t technically read it.

Healthier, Wealthier, Happier, Wiser: The Long Game

Here’s the plan: By January 1, 2026, I’ll be a slightly better version of myself. Not perfect—because honestly, perfection is overrated and exhausting—but better. A little healthier, a little richer, a little more well-read, and a lot happier.

And if I fall off the wagon? No big deal. I’ll just climb back on, probably with a burger in hand.

So here’s to a year of tiny wins, silly attempts, and unapologetic progress. Let’s make 2025 the year we celebrate effort, not perfection. Cheers, friends—and remember, dancing in your pajamas absolutely counts as exercise.

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Farewell, 2024: My Bitter-Sweet Bestie

December 31, 2024

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Well, 2024, here we are. You and me, having this awkward goodbye where I can’t decide if I want to give you a high-five or slam the door on you. what a whirlwind you’ve been. You weren’t the dream year I had envisioned. Honestly, 70% of my expectations didn’t come close to reality. Did you fail me, or did I fail you? I’m still not sure, but you know what? Let’s not dwell on the grading curve. Today, you deserve a little love for the highs and lows, the heartbreaks and the healing, the magic and the mess. Let’s unpack, shall we?

The Fitness Rollercoaster (AKA: My 60% Success Story)

So let’s talk about fitness, shall we? You gave me hope, 2024. You dangled the promise of toned arms and a healthier me like a carrot on a stick. My pedometer told me I hit 60% of my goal. SIXTY PERCENT. That’s basically a D-minus, but hey, I’m rounding it up to a solid B in life credits because trying counts, right?

You also taught me that fitness is more than numbers. It’s about showing up for myself—on the treadmill, in the mirror, and in my soul. So even if I didn’t crush every goal, I’m proud of every step I took.

My First Awe Moment: Dubai

The first time I stepped off that plane and into Dubai’s shimmering, sun-drenched world, I was floored. The city was like something out of a dream—skyscrapers piercing the clouds, golden deserts stretching forever, and a vibe that screamed limitless possibilities.

Standing by the Burj Khalifa, I felt small but powerful, like a tiny piece of something immense and extraordinary. The beauty of Dubai didn’t just capture me; it redefined me. It was my first international trip, my first taste of a world beyond my comfort zone, and it left me breathless.

But here’s the thing about awe-inspiring places: they don’t magically fix everything.

Heartbreak: The Toxic Ex

While Dubai was showing me the best of what the world could be, my ex was busy reminding me of what love shouldn’tbe. Sweet words? Nonexistent. Toxic behavior? Abundant. It was heartbreaking to realize that someone I had once cherished wasn’t just “not sweet”—they were harmful to my soul.

But 2024, you gave me the strength to let go. You taught me that self-respect isn’t negotiable and that sometimes walking away is the kindest thing you can do for yourself. So, here’s to the heartbreak that broke me open and made room for healing.

The Big Move: A New Job, A New Place, A New Hope

Oh, and let’s not forget you shipped me off to a new job and a new location. Thanks for the whiplash, pal. But you know what? That move came with a whole suitcase of fresh opportunities, challenges, and hope. It’s like you handed me a box labeled “growth,” wrapped in layers of stress and sprinkled with just enough magic to make it all worth it.

Starting over wasn’t easy, but you showed me that it’s possible to pack up your life and land somewhere new, even if it feels a little scary. You reminded me that every chapter is a chance to rewrite my story.

The Pain of Goodbye and the Joy of Hello

You also made me say goodbye to my best friends this year, 2024. Moving away from them felt like leaving behind pieces of my heart. Late-night talks, shared snacks, and the comfort of being known—all of it became memories instead of moments.

But you didn’t leave me friendless. You gave me new people—unexpected friendships that reminded me how resilient and open we can be when we try. They’ll never replace my old crew, but they’ve carved out their own space in my life.

Finding Myself Through Writing

And then, there was this blog. Starting it was like opening a door to a part of myself I didn’t know I’d lost. Every post was a tiny love letter to my own soul—a way to reconnect, reflect, and share my story with the world.

It wasn’t easy, though. Some days, writing felt like shouting into the void. But even on the toughest days, this blog gave me a purpose. It reminded me that creativity is a lifeline, and self-expression is healing.

The YouTube Dream That Didn’t Fly

Remember when I was going to be a YouTube star? Yeah, neither do I. That dream stayed on the runway this year, 2024. I had the ideas, the excitement, the plans—and then, poof. Life happened, and the dream just…sat there, waiting.

Was it fear? Laziness? Prioritizing other things? Probably a mix of all three. But hey, the dream is still there, and so am I.

Zen Mode? More Like Chaos Mode

And let’s not even talk about my quest for “zen.” Spoiler: I never found it. Meditation apps, yoga classes, journaling—it all felt like chasing a butterfly I could never quite catch. But I did find moments of peace, fleeting as they were. Maybe that’s enough for now.

Grace Marks for Trying

So, 2024, did you fail me, or did I fail you? Honestly, I don’t know. But here’s what I do know: we tried. We stood up after every crash landing. We cried, we laughed, we stumbled, and we kept going.

Today, I choose to pass us both. Not for perfection, but for persistence. For finding beauty in heartbreak, joy in new beginnings, and strength in every stumble.

Goodbye, 2024. You weren’t the year I dreamed of, but you were the year I lived. And for that, I’m grateful.

Cheers to the year that was,
~ Butter

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Good Thing, Bad Thing—Who Knows?

December 30, 2024

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You know how some days, life feels like a sitcom written by a very bored, very chaotic scriptwriter? That’s me. I’ve lived it. And oh, do I have stories. My divorce? Thought my world was ending. That job I left in a huff? Felt like the universe was slapping me in the face. Turns out, those “bad things” were just plot twists—ones that turned my so-called tragedy into a pretty fabulous dramedy.

Let’s start with the big one: my divorce. At the time, it felt like I was free-falling into a bottomless pit of heartbreak and doom. I cried, ate my body weight in chocolate, and genuinely believed I couldn’t keep going. But you know what? I did. Not gracefully at first, mind you—but I did.

After the tears dried (and the chocolate wrappers piled up), I realized I was still here. And maybe—just maybe—there was a version of me out there I hadn’t met yet. One who wasn’t defined by a relationship or anyone else’s expectations. That’s when I started booking solo trips and saying yes to things that terrified me. Paris? Alone. Hiking? Alone. Karaoke in front of strangers? Okay, that one was questionable, but I nailed Bohemian Rhapsody.

Every little risk I took brought me closer to myself. And guess what? I kind of liked her. I found new friends who felt like family. I threw myself into work, not because I had to, but because I wanted to see what I was capable of. And along the way, I became someone stronger—someone who could hold others up when their worlds fell apart.

That Job I Thought I’d Never Get Over? Pfft.
Oh, let’s talk about my old job for a second. I was furious when I left. My boss didn’t appreciate me, and I didn’t get the support I deserved. So, I walked out, head held high but heart absolutely crushed. For weeks, I second-guessed myself. Did I overreact? Would I ever find something better?

Well, let me tell you: better found me. I landed a role that paid more, respected me more, and gave me something I never thought I’d have—free time. You know what free time is? A gift. It’s yoga at 10 AM on a Tuesday, binge-watching cheesy rom-coms, or taking a nap just because. That “bad thing” gave me the life I didn’t even know I wanted.

Even “Good” Things Can Fool You
Of course, not all “good” things stay good. Take my toxic ex. When we first met, I thought he was the love of my life. He was charming, funny, and had that smile that made me weak in the knees. Fast forward to the end, and I was Googling “how to banish energy vampires.” That relationship taught me the difference between “this feels good right now” and “this is actually good for me.” Spoiler: they are not the same.

So, What’s the Point?
Here’s what I’ve learned: life is a constant surprise party, and not all the surprises come with balloons. Good, bad—who knows? Sometimes the most painful moments end up being the stepping stones to the best chapters of your life. And sometimes the shiny, perfect things have cracks you don’t notice until you’ve tripped over them.

The secret? Stop judging the moment and start focusing on how you’re going to grow through it. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about what happens to you—it’s about who you become because of it.

Butter’s Toolkit for Navigating Life Without Judging the Outcome
1. Breathe Through It.
  Whatever it is, take a deep breath. Or twenty. You don’t have to decide whether it’s good or bad right away. Just exist with it for a moment.
2. Ask Yourself: What Can I Learn?
  Every situation has a lesson, even if it’s as simple as “never date someone who can’t properly apologize.”
3. Find the Humor.
  If you can laugh about it—even just a little—it’s already losing its power over you. (Remember me karaoke-ing solo to Bohemian Rhapsody? Life’s a stage, my friends.)
4. Get Curious, Not Judgy.
  Instead of labeling things as “good” or “bad,” try saying, “Hmm, interesting…” and see where it leads you. Curiosity opens doors; judgment slams them shut.
5. Celebrate the Growth.
  Did you survive? Did you learn? Did you make it to the other side stronger or wiser (or at least with a funny story)? Then you’ve won, my friend.
Life is wild, unpredictable, and sometimes downright messy. But in the chaos, there’s always room to grow. So next time life throws you a curveball, catch it, juggle it, and maybe even turn it into your next great adventure. Good thing, bad thing—who knows? But you’ve got this. 💛
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