So, finally stayed back in home town....got a fabulous job...rocking performance for the last two years.

And yet, not staisfied. Keep wondering what I'm doing with my life...kida are growing so fast...remember a time when i used to resolve to complete so many things in the new year...learn so many things varying from painting...to academics...to cooking...to hair cutting...to new languages.

Now I don't even make new resolutions...other than theweight loss related ones...is this what growing up is all about?...is this being mature?...

i was never the type whose life would revolve around work...then why do i let work eat into my personal space...into my time with the children ?... into my rare heart to heart discussions with hubby ?...and more importantly, why don't they mind it ?