Social media and you!





Read this if you are interested in building your identify using a social media platform.

Over the past 16 months I have run a successful Facebook page as a Life Coach (it’s a verified page with a blue tick!). I am saying successful only because despite being a one-man-band I now have over a quarter of a million people connected globally — 361,606 at the time of writing, and every week thousands of new people connect from all over the world, enjoy my posts and send me messages. I am not a celebrity, I am just a Life Coach and my page is simply dedicated to curating insights about life and championing a spirit of self-discovery. For a simple person like me this is both huge and humbling.

Here’s what I have learnt through my experience and practise which may interest you if you are looking at social media to build your identity:

1. Cause:

Champion a ’cause’ and not your business or even yourself,  whatever the temptation. Yes, this is most important. People connect to the spirit that you’re championing. They identify and connect with you not because they always want to buy your stuff but instead they want to feel (with a smile on their face) ‘hey, that’s exactly what I want to say’ or ‘this post made my day!’. Zero or minimum selling! Don’t even gently pass a sales hint on the sides. Just as you are smart enough to recognise ‘selling’ posts, people are smart too. Instead let people be gently attracted to your cause. Don’t push it upon them.

2. Content:

Publish stuff that you would love to read yourself. Most of us think different but feel the same and your content should be able to provoke thoughts and evoke emotions at the same time. Invest time in identifying and curating content. Make it engaging and enriching. Feel free to promote your content with FB ads if you wish to, but remember — promote content — not yourself or our company! Your honesty in championing a cause will lead you to create good content and it will also be evident in your content. Create content not for yourself but for the people who are going to read it. Visualise a bit and walk in their shoes using your imagination. If you don’t get a happy feeling about a post, don’t post it!

3. Consistency

Be consistent. Manage frequency of your posts, create a good drum beat. Every day, every month, year on year. Let the cause you champion inspire you – your intention and your effort has to be consistent despite success or failure. Don’t treat it as a task, but take it as a responsibility as you generate interest and connections. Always remember, if you do well people will look forward to your posts every day, so act with a sense of responsibility and not with a sense of excitement!

So long story short, these are the three simple things that I’ve learnt through my experience and practise. Social media is a great opportunity and how we shape this space is based entirely up to us. Let us resist the temptation of cosmetics, comparison and competition, instead simply be committed to championing a cause, good content and with consistency!!

Ani Kaprekar
Life Coach, Mentor & Storyteller

PS: My experience is more on Facebook, soon I look forward to venture Twitter space!

It’s been a great year. Thanks for being part of it!

candleNormally I do not party for the New Year. Instead I prefer to be home, quietly enjoying the New Year’s Eve with my wife Beth, maybe a few drinks, order a takeaway, watch special New Year TV programs, a film or finish a book (I normally keep a few pages to finish just on that day). And, of course, closer to midnight is earmarked for a –forced- dance, just the two of us. This has been a pattern for many years now post my marriage. Before that I used to prefer spending New Year’s Eve alone, mostly reflecting on the year gone by. Days of hard party were well over by the time I crossed my thirties.

Over the last few years the added feature is evening meditation and subtracted feature is reflecting on the year gone by. I don’t do much reflecting on New Year’s Eve, I don’t see a point just to reflect on that particular day, it is more of an everyday feature.

This New Year’s Eve however proved to be an exception. Firstly, Beth and I were lucky that, just as it struck mid-night in India, we were able to have a Skype video call with dearest friends in India, that was all very exciting to build a mood for celebration, but something else made it an exception.

As I sat down for my usual evening meditation I experienced a discomfort, as if I wasn’t ready for it, so it took me a few minutes to settle with the usual breathing pattern and once I finished after an hour, I stood up feeling very sad. This was very strange occurrence. Normally when I finish meditation I don’t feel a thing – it’s just an emotionless calm space. As I was coming downstairs I triggered my erstwhile dormant thoughts to enquire with ‘self’ on what could be the reason behind it. Strangely I saw a visual of some children, tiny hands and baby fingers; at that instant I just stood still for few moments and then sat on the stairs with immense sadness engulfing me. I was just short of tears flowing down my cheeks.

Earlier that day, I had watched some ‘year that was’ kind of program on the TV and the images of Peshawar school terrorist attack had subconsciously stayed with me. Probably my previous meditative state created a deeper connection. Difficult to explain and no need.

Here I was, like millions of people across the world, ready to welcome another year with dreams, hopes and aspirations and at the same time, in a faraway land, more than a hundred little children would have no new year celebration, for they now lie 6 feet beneath the ground, buried with all their dreams, hopes and aspirations. Their hands will neither hold any balloons celebrating new year nor will their eyes moist with the smoke from new year fireworks. They will neither give high-fives to each other or clap to some dance tune welcoming the new year.

All that will never happen now, as they were put to an early sleep by some grown-ups!

Now I was gripped by thoughts and feelings of what their families and loved ones must be going through at that very moment. I tried visualising with deepest compassion. I constructed faces to imaginary mothers and fathers, their conversations, expressions – all galore. None of it was celebratory. It just couldn’t be. My erstwhile sadness was now comfortably shaking hands with my helplessness. There was nothing I could do, at that moment at least. However it was perfectly possible for me to be silent or tone down or mute my celebration. And that’s what I did. I, for one, could not sever that compassionate connection and gather courage to say  ‘the show must go on’ while thinking about those children sleeping in their graves.

The least I could do now and going forward is to continue my resolve in love, trust, compassion and just hope that in the new year and in the years to come it spreads and becomes stronger and stronger. Hopefully some day, somewhere, it makes a difference!

Happy New Year!!
– Ani

Written: 31st December 2014.
Published: 1st January 2015.

Assortment Box

a drawer of socks,
I stumbled upon
an old assortment box.

Small and musty,
growing old and rusty,
protecting memories,
it was a faithful trustee.

Cleaners at home,
going corner to corner,
I had a moment of quiet,
to wonder and ponder.

I lost interest,
in my drawer of socks,
not wasting a moment,
I opened that box.

I found:

A morning conversation, clinging,
on a soft pillow feather,

a gentle night’s walk, gliding,
on a parched patch of grass,

warm sunlight, still shimmering,
on a forgotten eyelash,

an ethical glitch, unwilling to talk,
hiding under a broken coconut shell,

a promise, scribbled on a boarding pass,
with no name, number or what next,

a passionate night, reminding those earrings,
they should have gone home with her,

a goodbye kiss, drenched in love,
resting quietly with an old letter,

an idea, whose time had not come,
pencil sketched to a Handel’s concerto,

a lament, on a few orphaned coins,
so far away from their home land,

a yearning for writing, embracing a pen,
waiting for some deep black ink,

a stillborn poem, on a paper napkin,
hoping through years for a decent burial.

There I stopped.

Noticing I was a bit lost,
gazing into an old box,
the cleaners asked me,
“Anything useful
or should we
throw away that box?”

I wish I could tell them,
that there’s an old soul,
wrapped around a velvet
cloud, hidden in that box.

But instead, I replied,

“I know it looks like rubbish
but let’s now clean
that drawer of socks.
Leave this one alone please,
I am saving this old box.”

— Ani

Saturday 31st May 2014
Written: Home
Typed:  6th June 2014
Published: 13th June 2014


Sometimes all you need is a new perspective!

IMG_4179This must be around 1978. I was 10 years old. I was enjoying the delights of growing up in a middle class Indian family. The world was a simpler place then and life was full of ‘less is more’ happiness. We were also getting used to some middle-class novelties such as a black and white television, a cassette player and of course, a refrigerator. Just as the TV occupied its pride of place in the living room, the fridge was a marvel in the kitchen. It was a cool thing to posses, literally. One of the most fascinating things about owning a fridge was making ice at home. As a school kid the only access I had to ice was ice-lollies sold at stalls near our school. So having on-demand homemade ice was an exciting concept.

At home, there was no real use of ‘ice’. Few occasions to try out a chilled glass of water, but that’s it. Rest of its purpose was purely play. Either to collect all ice cubes in a bucket and observing until the melting point or to drop an ice cube down a friend’s shirt and enjoying a ‘get that ice cube of my back’ dance. That was fun!

As the eldest of siblings I was quickly awarded the job of re-filling the ice tray. The initial happiness quickly eroded. Filling the ice tray was not an easy thing to do with my height and tiny hands. Holding the tray, slowly passing it under the tap water, or to let it rest on a table and pouring water carefully without spilling. Either way, this was a problem. One day my mother was observing my struggle and lovingly suggested an idea to me. She tilted the ice tray slightly so that the tap water ran from the top cavities flowing through to the bottom cavities and slowly adjusting her hands to be in level. The job was done, all cavities were filled and quickly. I was excited with this newfound trick and I tried it over and over, just for the sake of it. I think I may have even sulked a bit on why I couldn’t think of it first? As a curious kid every new discovery was my self-proclaimed right and my mother, however lovingly, had infringed it. I was also hurt that my first method of filling the ice tray was not the best. Child ego hurt, ahem!

After some practice I learned this trick and the novelty was soon lost turning it into just another house chore.

I wish I had paid more attention.

During later years as an ambitious young man with ‘fire in the belly’ attitude I was deeply lost in chasing success. As part of that journey I encountered many tough problems. In most cases I let myself be guided by my prejudices and ‘my way or the highway’ strategy – suffice to say that it did not always work. I lost some important battles and left many problems unresolved. Little did I realise that a solution to such battles was seeded in a simple lesson that my mother had unknowingly taught me as a 10 year old kid.

In everyday life, all of us go through many problems. We try to solve these problems to best of our abilities. In competitive professional world solving a problem whilst proving ones’ point can sometimes take unprecedented importance even without realising. Sometimes we find ourselves overusing our intellect to admire the problem and sometimes we get fixated on just one side of it. In the flow of events it makes sense but in the end it doesn’t work. It’s tough and frustrating.

Now think about this. “Tilting the tray”. How simple was that? Learn to be open, be ready to change and trust judgement of someone else who means well for you. Don’t let your prejudices control you. There’s never a single perspective to any problem.

Sometimes all you need is a new perspective!

At an airport, once again


At an airport, once again,

I saw
a loving caring mother
and a let-me-cry toddler;

a storytelling father
and a disinterested daughter;

a shop-for-me girlfriend
and a not-now-dear boyfriend;

a content grandpa, snoozing silently
and a curious grandson, bubbling quietly;

a posh-black-suit bored with his car mag
and a fancy-red-scarf happy with her glamour mag;

a no-luggage wanderer with hands in his pocket
and a perpetual re-packer with a newly bought jacket;

a jumper clad boy shaking phone to refresh browser
and a neatly dressed girl asking shyly for a charger;

a relaxed ceiling gazer who just stopped yawning
and a tired gate seeker now must start running;

a seasoned old pilot grinning and walking
and a youngling crew endlessly laughing.

At an airport, once again,
I saw many people with clutter and chatter;
a page in their story so eager to flutter.

A reflective thought will
now breathe pressurised air;
a day dream and a cloud
will make a perfect pair.

At an airport, once again,
I saw myself
gliding on a poem,
chewing on a pen,
watching around,
here again.

Wonder what lies
beyond their skies?
Wonder what lies
beyond their eyes?

Wonder what will happen
when my feet touch the ground?
Wonder what will happen
when I am quietly found?

At an airport, once again!

— Ani

Sunday 11th May, 2014
Written: Manchester T3 & on plane
Typed: London Heathrow T5 and home

Happy New Year Resolution-ing!


We are currently in the “New Year Resolutions” (NYR) season and it’s common to hear stuff like:

“I tell you I will lose that ‘extra’ holiday weight in no time”,

“This time next year I will be in a new job, you just see”,

“Oh you watch me I will run a marathon before you say anything”,

“New Year and time to look for a new house”.


There’s no end to New Year Resolutions!!
And hey, we all know that many NYRs are carried forward from the previous year!!

So, how to make a good start? Well.. the key is setting-up an effective goal. A goal that will motivate and make you work. A journey begun well is half the victory!

Here are some Top Tips that may help your NYR!

Having a dream and best of intention is a good start but unless you give a date to your dream it does not become a goal. Give your DREAM a DATE.  If you just say ‘I want to…..’ that’s not enough. Think in terms of date/period. “By end of March…” or “before 1st of July…” is good. Remember date’s are important!.

Majority of goals fail because they are outside ‘Values’ that guide your life. This is important. For example, A health goal will succeed for you if Health is one of your core values. Align it. If you want to be ‘Gym fit’ but health is not your core value then don’t just have a gym target; change food, sleep, work, relaxation habits and alter your lifestyle to make Health a new core value. Remember, align goal to your values.

3.  GOAL = GOAL + SMARTness!
Keep your goal Simple, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic and Time bound. Plan a goal which you can achieve in a specific time frame. No point in having an over-ambitious goal and then experiencing repeated failures resulting in motivation loss (that’s how most of New Year Resolutions fail). Remember to begin small, make a steady journey and win big!

4. GOAL = Good for me + Good for others
Look at who can support you  and who can be affected by your goal. There’s no point in winning alone if it’s going to impact others negatively. Think of family, friends and colleagues. Ensure that you don’t affect their lives adversely. Talk to them, inform them, request for support. If you talk to them in advance you will be pleasantly surprised at support you get. Remember when you win, your near and dear ones should feel part of that victory and that makes it fun.

Focus on ‘outcome’ than just output. Think in terms of how you will feel, what will people admire in you and what will you become than just what will you have. You want to lose weight? then focus on ‘feeling healthy’. You want to get a new job? then focus on ‘developing confidence for advancing career’. Remember what you get out of a goal is temporary but what you become is permanent and repeatable for later.

So with above in mind now my final point: Always think of your goal in past tense and write it down. It helps to keep you in a motivated state, always. So, think in terms of “I AM” and not “I will” or “I want to”. Write it down, put it on a wall or in your wallet / purse where you can see it regularly.

Here are some example GOAL statements in past tense for you:

“I will lose weight in 3 months” = OK.
“I AM 65 kilos in March’14 and my friends are wondering how I did it” = BETTER!

“I want to get a new job in next 6 months” = OK.
“It is June’14. I AM enjoying my new work, my colleagues love me” = BETTER!

“I have to start my business in next 4-5 months” = OK.
“I AM enjoying running my business from May’14. I AM an entrepreneur and feels great” = BETTER!

Happy New Year Resolution-ing!!

A gift for the New Year!


In the midst of reflecting on the year that has gone by and anxious, curious planning for the year turning anew, here’s a wish.

A wish for a gift.
A gift of stillness.
Stillness of mind.

So it is no longer a burning fire of desires but a steady inward glow, of a pure spiritual flame, protected well by the universe which lit itself in the first place.

Just for you.

As you discover this steady inward glow
everything outward,
in motion,
becomes clear.

The usual conflicts of life,
all the trials and tribulations,
successes or failures,
cravings or aversions,
pleasures or pains,
nothing affect you much,
you either witness with indifference or participate fullest, as a choice.
A strong realisation: This too shall pass.

The steady inward glow suddenly makes visible the space you have within yourself: clean and clear.
And you find yourself bestowed with enormous strength.

To explore, learn and love. To fulfil your true potential; with compassion, towards yourself and all others.

A chance to truly become an instrument of God as you were meant to be.
God as your faith be or simply universe. Who knows.

Possibilities are infinite but the journey is unique,
for each one of us.

Paths are many but they all begin with a single act,
first with some effort and then without,
stillness of mind.

So my friends, in the midst of reflecting on the year that has gone by
and anxious, curious planning for the year turning anew, here’s a wish.

A wish for a gift. A gift of stillness. Stillness of mind.
To discover your steady flame, your true potential.

And hey, it’s only a wish for a gift, no wrapping paper.
Keep it if you like or ignore if you don’t.

Happy New Year!

The only place you have to live in!

Only homeAt the turn of the century, I was in India and part of a successful company. I was working on a game-changing venture in the government sector, a challenging segment for the software industry. Along with the talented and hard-working owner of the company, I had given it my fullest commitment – blood, sweat and tears. I was proud (and still am) that it was serving society and profitable at the same time. This venture allowed me to experience success in my early-thirties. There was no end to my belief, ambition or efforts – these were thrilling, can-do-will-do times. At a particular juncture, we decided to be part of a prestigious national convention as a big bang opportunity. We were very excited!

I had a key role for this event: planning the look and feel of our stand and ensuring my team quickly customised our products and marketing collateral. Our aim was to deliver a high impact interaction with every visitor.

This was easier said than done. We were just weeks away from the event and there was an explosion of action. It was fun but absolute mayhem: day and night working, endless pizzas and burgers for sustenance, office desks and sofas for rest. During this period, my home was several miles away from office and there were no good hotels nearby. Luckily I had a good chauffeur (not a luxury in India) so after a tiring day at the office I would crash on the back seat of my car, head buzzing with ideas as I watched the evening sky on my way home. Soon the evenings turned into late nights and nights into dawns. After a fortnight of manic schedules my chauffeur just gave up. One night, he walked into my office at midnight and pleaded for me to leave but I had more work to finish. I apologised and thanked him for the hardship. I asked for my car keys and advised him to take a taxi home and to take the next day off.

I left office in the small hours and blasted music from the car stereo to keep me energised while driving. After an hour on the road, I took my normal exit and joined a dual carriageway. I remember noticing the usual sights and signs – home was just a few minutes away.  Suddenly I heard a horn. It was terrifyingly loud. I thought a truck driver must be eager to overtake but there was no truck behind me. Of course there wasn’t – I was on the wrong side of the road! I had dozed off, maybe for a few seconds, veered across the lanes and now sat on the opposite carriageway. Quickly returning to my lane I noticed a truck in rear view mirror. The driver, bless him, had avoided a head-on collision. His loud horn had woken me up.

I was shaken. After calming my nerves I reached home. That night and the following day I just slept through. I realised that despite my otherwise disciplined life, on this occasion I was arrogantly demanding more than my body was capable of.  It was pretentious to believe I could be super-human. It was wrong and my body had said enough is enough!

This incident had a deep impact on me.  Back at the office I changed the working hours for everyone. Despite the challenging deadline it worked out well and we were successful. We celebrated with our teams, including my chauffer.

I know this incident was an extreme one-off, a rude awakening, but it didn’t have to be that way. Over the years I have continued learning and making changes to my lifestyle. I started by paying proper attention to my body. I changed eating habits, controlled my minor vices, focussed on my life-work balance, got into regular exercise and ensure that I rest well – especially during challenging times. Now, I listen to my body signals with great respect and follow them faithfully. Occasionally I do falter but am more conscious now and bring myself quickly back to order.

Most of us will experience professional or personal stress at times in our lives. We will have to respond to demands of modern life and sometimes push ourselves to our limits. We will also have to deal with forces of nature beyond our control either by accepting or fighting them.  All of this is inevitable during our lives.

Despite all the adversities, we will continue to be inspired by our goals and work hard to achieve them. We will be eager to explore life and look forward to new dreams. We will pursue happiness and work towards building a secured future, individually and for our families and society. I am sure we will all have exciting stories to tell our near and dear ones in the warmth of our homes. However, in all the excitement and struggle, let us be mindful that to make those stories happen and to share that warmth, you must first look after your only home, gifted kindly by nature: your body. Please take good care of it.

For all the castles and mansions you may build, it remains the only place you have to live in!

Ani Kaprekar

Everyone deserves a chance!

Beth and I recently celebrated our 5th marriage anniversary. To mark the occasion we went to an elegant restaurant in Manchester. We were very excited, both for the occasion and the venue.  In a true food connoisseur style we decided to order a tasting menu – a culinary delight of nine signature dishes, each served with matching wine. This was all very exciting but before the excitement began, we had to start with traditional British bread and butter with an opening drink.

Typically, with bread and butter, there’s is nothing exciting. At the most you will have a choice of bread, something that I quite don’t understand. For me, a simple differentiation is white and brown, rustic or with bits on.

Serving us the bread basket was a young man, probably straight out of a college, visibly shaken; we both could see his hands trembling as he approached the table with the bread basket, accompanied by an experienced staff member. Now, as per the tradition, every dish – including the bread basket – is to be formally introduced to the customer with a brief commentary on what’s so special about it. We observed with curiosity as the young man introduced the bread basket to us. He couldn’t look us in the eye as he was trying his best to make a simple bread basket sound exciting. In that moment he mumbled something, we continued listening and pretended to have understood. Once he was finished, we made it a point to say a genuine “Thank you, well done” to him. At that moment, we both noticed a child-like glee on his face. He looked happy.

Beth and I wondered if it was his first day at work (and first job). This triggered a discussion about our career, formative years, first day at work and how a single opportunity had made a huge difference. We enquired with the maître d’ and found out that it was indeed the first day at work for this young man.

At this point, we both made an unusual request to maître d’. How about this young man serving us the entire nine course meal? Maybe not the wines (best leave that to an expert) but how about just food? This was unexpected and quickly resulted into a mini-conference of sorts on the floor – a new starter serving a full nine-course sample tasting menu on the first day of first job? We couldn’t hear them but it appeared to have started with confusion, morphing into encouragement and ending with excitement. Everyone realised the importance of this moment for the new starter. The maître d’ and other staff members thanked us for giving the new starter a chance.

So it began, he served us the first dish, a rather complicated menu item; he was still nervous but tried his best to introduce the features, occasionally helped by an overlooking but caring supervisor. We could now see a change in him. He still mumbled but we didn’t really care. We were just happy about the whole thing.

One after the other, the young man served and introduced a new dish to us; now with visible happiness on his face, confidence on the rise, no trembling of hands and a – quickly rehearsed – commentary delivered with passion. We could feel the excitement in the air building up with every course.

Towards the end of our meal, the maître d’ and staff members thanked us.  We had a happy chat and also learned that our initially nervous but now happy new starter was to finish his shift after the bread basket round, but continued for extra 3-4 hours to make the most of this new challenge coming his way.

The restaurant, to our surprise, gave us a generous discount. Beth and I were touched by their kind gesture. Our take home that day was not the cost saving but the happiness that we could feel and share and the fact that we were able to provide an opportunity for someone.

I think all of us, people like you and me, were fortunate to have someone, somewhere giving us that first chance. All the passion, effort and commitment could easily lie wasted if we didn’t get that chance. It may be a distant memory now, overshadowed by thoughts of our subsequent achievements but in our hearts we remain grateful for that first chance which started the journey.  That was important and we were fortunate.

If you get an opportunity to do the same for someone, do it.  It’s the right thing to do: everyone deserves a chance!

Ani Kaprekar

Begin somewhere!


I was recently building my new website and it was logical to think about a blog, too. I genuinely wanted to share my learning and thoughts via this popular medium but was concerned.  In fact, I was truly worried.

Firstly, I don’t see myself as a writer; secondly, when I start writing – especially blog-style free-form content – I go in freeze-frame. I am good at speaking, building a conversation and storytelling but when it comes to free-flow writing, I am no better than an ice tray in the fridge: frozen!

It’s not a challenge with clarity of thought or articulating myself but throughout life, my preferred medium has always been speech and not the written word. I can speak about various topics, referencing past learning, distilling essence, making it interesting for a listener. This invokes emotions and provokes thoughts – a dialogue between two people is always enriching. In reality, it isn’t actually possible to speak to everyone and echoing other people’s comments in my head, “Ani, you should really start writing “.

It is easy for people to say this but when I try, I freeze.  At least I did until recently.

I started thinking whether it’s actually my own strong, limiting belief. How can I not write in a free-form?  Over the last 25 years of my international professional career I must have written and reviewed thousands of pages of executive reports, strategy documents, presentations, project reports, team communications, appraisals and so on. I am also sufficiently well read on varied topics of interest and am articulate in my communication.

So, what was stopping me?  Neither the experience nor the ability of articulating, certainly.  It was this simple limiting belief and I was afraid of dealing with it.

Reaching this conclusion, I thought best strategy would be to let this coach (yours truly) taste his own medicine.  I consulted a friend and client of mine – who is also a writer.  This friend challenged my limiting belief in a brilliant way: “Come on Ani, you are such a master of spoken words, when you speak in your discourses and consultations it is so interesting, one can pick up many new learning points.”  (Yes, my friend was pampering my ego a bit – but it worked.)  “Now tell me what is really stopping you and what can you do instead to make a start?”  Ah, now these are the sorts of questions I would normally use in my coaching sessions for my clients.  Now, it was my turn!

The answer to the first question was simple.  It was fear of doing it wrong and not matching my quality of spoken words; also more accurately, my attachment to that fear, and this also led me to procrastinate. Once I understood this, I was able to deal by self-affirmation:  I will drop it and overcome it.  I kept thinking about it for a few days until I started feeling confident.

For the second part, what I did to make a start was stretch my thinking.  Some introspection helped.  I thought: when one reads a story, isn’t there always a little voice in our heads reading it out?  Suddenly I had an idea.  If my strengths are conversations and dialogues with people, why not bring these to my writing style and see how that little voice sounds?  I assured myself that with so many well-wishers and writers among my friends and clients, someone will surely help me to get better over time.

All I needed to do was make a start. And I did. And it isn’t so bad, after all.

Don’t all of us, people like you and me, often succumb to our limiting beliefs?  We accept them as reality. We either don’t deal with them at all or keep procrastinating.  They impact our desires, goals and happiness.

So how about a simple step – begin somewhere?

Ani Kaprekar