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2 min readNov 3, 2026

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I should have written this yesterday. Or a few days ago.

But here I am, writing this post now. I don’t want to beat myself up over this tardiness.

I have excuses. But that’s not the point. I am here now. That matters.

In fact, that’s the only thing that should matter.

I am here now.

But lately, I’ve gotten into the habit of blaming myself for everything. Of course, after a point, that blame spills over onto the people I live with.

I’ve been noticing everything that’s wrong. Everything that hasn’t been done.

Everything that needs correcting.

I find myself exhausted from keeping track of what’s wrong.

It’s funny how easily I notice the things that go wrong, while the things that go right quietly slip past without much acknowledgment.

I’m not usually a complaining person. But right now, I can sense complaints pouring out of me.

It’s rather tiring.

So here I am, calling myself out and reminding myself to keep track of what’s going right instead.

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Vinitha Dileep
Vinitha Dileep

Written by Vinitha Dileep

A lover of words, writer, blogger, dreamer, loves stringing words together & adoringly calls them poems. Connect at vinitha.dileep@gmail.com

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Stories of Dennett (Wildflower) & Ben (Weed) & Our Guests