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My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today. It may sound like I went on a long walk, but the truth is, those steps happened inside my mind.
Everyone’s dropping their 5,000-step victories.
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Meanwhile, I’m over here proudly completing 5,000 thoughts instead.
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😄 My mind has been running a marathon all day, even if my feet haven’t moved much.
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Some days, life asks us to slow down rather than speed up. And that’s okay. Tomorrow is another chance to lace up my shoes, step outside, and let my feet do a little of the work my mind has been doing.
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Until then, I’m celebrating the tiny victories too because every journey starts with just one step, even if that step comes tomorrow. 🤍
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My Mind Walked 5000 Steps Today reminded me that not every journey is measured by a fitness tracker. Sometimes, the longest journeys happen quietly within us.
Celebrating the little victories with you, always. With love, —Rajeshwari 🧿💕
Some storms don’t happen outside. They happen quietly inside us. The only thing that can silence my mind is music.
What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?
Have you ever noticed something?
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Negative thoughts don’t arrive with loud footsteps.
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They quietly slip into your mind… find a comfortable corner… and before you realise it, they’ve started paying emotional rent.
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You change your place. You keep yourself busy. You scroll. You cook. You clean. You tell yourself, “Bas… enough. I’m not thinking about this anymore.”
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Your brain smiles.
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“Okay… but what if we think about it one last time?”
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One last time… Turns into fifty.
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And that’s the strange thing about negative thoughts. The more you chase them away… the tighter they hold your heart. I’ve realised something over the years.
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When thoughts reach the mind, logic can sometimes help.
But when they sink into the heart…
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logic loses. Advice loses. Distraction loses. Only music knows the way in.
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A familiar song doesn’t ask what happened. It doesn’t judge. It doesn’t interrupt. It simply wraps itself around your heart until the noise inside begins to soften.
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Slowly… the breathing becomes easier. The chest doesn’t feel as heavy. The thoughts don’t disappear overnight… they simply stop controlling you. That’s the magic of music. It doesn’t erase pain.
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It creates a little space between you and your pain. Sometimes that tiny space is enough to breathe again.
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So these days, when my mind starts writing stories that reality never wrote… I don’t argue with it anymore. I put on my headphones. Close my eyes. And let the music do what words never could.
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Because some medicines aren’t found in pharmacies… They’re hiding inside a favourite song. ❤️🎧
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Keep listening… sometimes music says what words cannot.
People often ask about the places where I accidentally disappear. They expect a neat little hobby list. Reading. Painting. Yoga at sunrise…
As if it’s some neat little hobby list.
Like:
Reading.
Painting.
Yoga at sunrise.
Very aesthetic. Very organised.
Unfortunately, my mind does not operate like a well-labelled storage box.
I don’t schedule losing myself.
I simply… vanish.
Sometimes it happens while writing.
A sentence arrives quietly, like a shy guest, and before I know it, I am chasing words through paragraphs as if they are fireflies in the dark. One thought becomes another, then another, and suddenly an hour has passed.
No warning.
No permission taken.
Illustrating does this too.
When a blank digital canvas stares back at me, I tell myself I will “just add a small detail.”
A line here.
A shadow there.
Next thing I know, I am zoomed in at 400%, arguing with a pixel.
This pixel, apparently, holds the fate of the entire universe.
Sometimes I disappear into thoughts instead.
Not dramatic thoughts. Just the quiet wandering kind.
The kind where a simple idea grows branches —
What if…
Why do we…
Isn’t it strange that…
And suddenly my mind is exploring philosophical forests when I was only supposed to be making tea.
The tea, by the way, is usually cold by the time I return to reality.
And then there are moments when nothing “productive” is happening at all.
Just watching the sky change colours.
Listening to a song too many times.
Or staring at something ordinary until it quietly becomes beautiful.
Those moments are dangerous.
Because that’s when time slips away most politely.
No drama.
No announcements.
Just a gentle disappearance.
So if you ask me what activities make me lose myself…
The honest answer is this:
Anything that feels a little magical, a little curious, and slightly unnecessary to the practical world.
Writing.
Illustrating.
Thinking too much about small things.
Apparently, my favourite hobby is accidentally leaving reality for a while.
