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Finding Self-Compassion: My Journey to Healing

Emma is here to share her story with us.

Hi, Infinity State community! I'm Emma, and I wanted to share a bit about my journey with self-compassion. A few years ago, I was stuck in a relentless cycle of self-criticism. Every mistake felt like a disaster, and I held myself to impossible standards. My mental health was suffering—I was anxious, stressed, and exhausted from constantly trying to prove myself. Things started to change when I discovered the concept of self-compassion through a therapy session. My therapist encouraged me to treat myself with the same kindness I showed my friends. It sounded simple, but it was life-changing. I started small: writing down one thing I did well each day and practicing positive self-talk. Gradually, I learned to forgive myself for mistakes and embrace my imperfections as part of being human. Today, I'm not perfect, but I’m kinder to myself. When I face challenges, I remind myself that I'm doing my best and that it's okay to stumble. Self-compassion has transformed my mental health, and I'm grateful for the peace it's brought into my life. Thanks, Infinity State, for being a supportive space where we can all share and grow together.

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Word of Wisdom from The Panchatantra - A 2000-year-old book written by Indian Rishi, Shri Vishnu Sharma.

The book follows the fables and realities of the human world using animals to depict the human psyche.

The book guides us on living a life compatible with society and safeguarding our interests using wisdom relatable to all. The 2000-year-old book stands the test of time.

[kanishkmishra24]

The Train Saga

On the night of 20th October 2019, I was on a train for my school trip with my friends. This was our first trip without our parents, and we were only 13 years old at that time, and so everything was going smoothly, and around 8pm, the teachers handed everyone their respective food boxes, which were provided by our school, and everyone got them, including teachers. BUT there was a teacher who…

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In this insightful reel from our podcast, Supreet Singh and Komal Sharma Talwar discuss women's unique challenges in balancing home and work. Komal highlights the importance of family support in India and contrasts it with the lack of such support in Western countries. Discover why family culture in India is a blessing for women entrepreneurs. To visit our youtube chennnel: www.youtube.com/@TheSupreetSinghShow

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Mrs Chatterjee vs Norway: The real story behind the Bollywood movie

#MrsChatterjeeVsNorway #BollywoodMovie #IndianCinema #LegalDrama #RealLifeStory #NorwegianChildWelfare #ParentingIssues #FamilySeparation #RaniMukerji #NeenaGupta #JimSarbh #AnirbanBhattacharya #Autism #ChildDevelopment #ChildCustody #HansJacobFrydenlun

Did you know that the Bollywood movie “Mrs Chatterjee vs Norway” was based on a true story? In this article, we’ll explore the real-life events that inspired the movie and discuss the important issues it raised. “Mrs Chatterjee Vs Norway” is a Hindi-language legal drama film released in 2023, directed and written by Ashima Chibber. The movie stars Rani Mukerji, Anirban Bhattacharya, Neena Gupta,…

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Sometimes, The best gift you can ask for are the ones you give to yourself.

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Raashii Khanna, an Indian actress who works predominantly in Telugu and Tamil films, is coming to IIMT Group of Colleges in Greater Noida on the 8th of November, 2024, to promote her upcoming film "Sabarmati Report." Directed by Dheeraj Sarna and produced by Shobha Kapoor, Ekta R Kapoor, Amul V Mohan and Anshul Mohan, 'The Sabarmati Report' is based on the real-life events of the burning of the Sabarmati Express in Godhra. The film will be out in cinema halls on November 15.

[kanishkmishra24]

A Ghost Story Pt.2

Right after that lady left, unusual things started to happen. My youngest brother felt a touch on his neck, and the bathroom faucet started leaking, which was working fine before all this, but these were small things, which do not mean much, so we all started preparing for bed because it was almost 10pm, and Uncle informed us that he would be late and it would take a couple more hours to reach…

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#palenzieperp Drama Unfolds: Shocking Claims of Betrayal and Disrespect

Explore the jaw-dropping details of accusations surrounding inappropriate behavior and disrespect. Witness how personal lives clash in this intense and intriguing narrative! #CelebrityDrama #RelationshipIssues #RealLifeStories #Betrayal #NastyBehavior #FamilyTensions #Scandal #SocialMediaBuzz #ViralMoments #MustWatch

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Kickoff for Dashing

Image of our trailblazer's engine compartment displaying the jumper cables I ran for the kicker.

After wrapping up a few lunchtime dashes to fill up the tank for the dinner rush, Milo suddenly got it in his head to install a kicker—a signal amplifier for his CB (citizens band) radio. A kicker, also known as a linear amplifier, boosts the radio’s output power, allowing him to send and receive signals over longer distances. In short, it gives his CB extra range, perfect for those long dashes where he likes to “talk skip” with other drivers—essentially chatting with people from all over by bouncing radio signals off the atmosphere. Now, I’m not exactly a huge fan of the whole CB radio thing, despite going by the handle Crazy Daisy (or just Crazy for short). But I humor him. After all, I have my hobbies—like 3D modeling—and he has his CB stuff. It keeps him out of trouble, and I’m all for that.

First, we had to figure out where to put it. My first thought was to stick it right beside the CB on the dash, so I gently plopped it down and glanced at him. “No,” Milo shook his head immediately, knowing I was teasing him. I grinned, but we both started seriously looking around. I hooked up the short 3-foot jumper cable that connects the box to the radio so we could see where we could place it without straining the cables. Taking into account how loose the cable needed to be to prevent breakage, that left us with about two feet of wiggle room.

Milo suggested the glove box, but I pressed it up against the front of it and shook my head. “We need that for storing things we need to dash with,” I said, giving the cord a little wiggle. “And also, airbag.” I mimed the airbag going off and the kicker smacking me in the face. “That would not be pretty.” “Right,” Milo agreed, wincing at the thought.

He looked over at his mic holder near the radio and patted the area. Without saying a word, I quickly removed the mic and placed the kicker up against the plastic part of the dash around the radio. But all I could picture was banging my knee on it over and over. I mentally sighed—it wouldn’t be the first time.

I noticed the cables would still be in the way of the airbag, but an idea struck me immediately. The kicker is a box with long metal heat sinks on top, fins spaced wide enough to allow airflow. I could easily fit my fingertip between them. On the bottom, it had a lip on each side, and I’d already drilled screw holes in it to secure it.

I grabbed the drill from the back and drilled a smaller hole, but the zip tie wouldn’t fit. I was just about to switch to a bigger bit when Milo piped up, “I wanna do it!” I playfully hugged the drill to my chest. “Mine,” I teased. Milo grinned and grabbed for it, and soon enough, we were play-wrestling for control of the drill. Naturally, he won—because I let him, of course.

I held the kicker in place while Milo lined up the drill. A moment later, the hole was drilled, and I threaded the zip tie through it.

I placed the kicker in the spot we’d finally decided on and shifted it around, lining it up just right. Milo held it in place as I—out of pure habit—tried to drive a screw directly into the hard plastic. Naturally, it slipped away. Milo snickered. “I knew it.” I grinned as I reached for the bits and drilled the first pilot hole. Once I swapped over to the screw bit, the drywall screw went in smoothly, like a mouse slipping into its hole.

Halfway done mounting it, I stepped out of the Trailblazer and swapped bits again to do the lower hole. I had to bend over, pressing against the seat to get the right angle. "Wish I was that seat," Milo commented, grinning like a fool. I tossed my bangs out of my face and shot him a smile. “Behave.” He was quick with the comeback, full of teasing as usual. “I don’t have to behave. I’m your old man.” “Pfft, you’re younger than me,” I snorted as I kept working.

I tensed for a moment when I felt his hand gently rest on my shoulder, then forced myself to relax. Years of an abusive relationship had left me wary of unexpected touch, but Milo knew that without me having to say a word. He understood, accepted it, and never pushed. After finishing up, I gave his leg a quick squeeze as I rose, a silent gesture of appreciation.

I grabbed some mutilated jumper cables from the back. They only had one set of clips—the other end was bare wires, perfect for powering the kicker. After losing an expensive kicker in what we now call the white truck incident, we’d come up with an easy way to install and remove them for situations just like that.

In a nutshell, the white truck incident was one of Milo’s bright ideas—he trusted a friend and agreed to blindly swap vehicles with her. What she conveniently forgot to mention was that the truck actually belonged to her brother, who turned out to be a vindictive little twerp. Once he found out about the trade, he wanted the truck back, and he was determined to make our lives miserable.

First, he removed the battery, which made us miss an entire day on our route. When we responded by locking the truck, he upped the ante. While we made a quick pit stop to check on Mom between dashes, he removed the back tire, took off the brake hub, and put the tire back on. We didn’t realize what had happened until we hit the road again. The back tire flew off as we drove down Genesee Ave, leaving us stranded.

The cops got involved, the truck was towed, and while we did eventually get the Durango back, we lost everything that was in the white truck—tools, CB equipment, and worst of all, his mom’s blanket, the one she used before she passed. That’s what hurt the most. The cop wouldn’t even let us grab it.

Ah well, it’s in the past now. We’ve moved on, but ever since then, we’ve kept everything grab-and-go—nothing more than we can carry.

The zip ties were linked end to end, creating a loop about eight inches across. Unconsciously, I spread my hands, fingers looped through the ties, and began rotating my hands in a circle, keeping the loop taut. It was like I was guiding something through a track, focused on keeping the ties steady.

After a couple of motions through the loop, I let go and threaded the cable through it, trying to pull it through the hole. But it was too thick to fit that way. “Nope!” Milo, my personal peanut gallery, called out from the driver’s seat, clearly enjoying watching me work through this puzzle.

The ends of the cable came back together as I pulled it back through. That’s when the light bulb flicked on. I twisted the wires together, keeping the loop between them, and fed it through the hole. A little finger fishing later, I grabbed the wire and carefully guided it the rest of the way.

With a shimmy and a push, the cable slid through the fender and out the side, near the door. Milo’s jaw dropped. “All right, smart-ass,” he said, clearly impressed. I flashed him a grin as I dropped the cable through the door and pulled in the slack, then used the twist ties to secure the wire to the fender so the door wouldn’t catch on it.

Minutes later, I had everything wired in, the clamps hooked up to the battery. I stepped back as Milo checked my handiwork. In my head, I could hear a sports announcer shout, “And there’s the kickoff… score!” as Milo received his radio check.

I’m not a football fan, so it’s probably the wrong term, but I didn’t care. The kicker was installed, and now we could dash with a happy Milo. I won. 

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Coming next week: What should’ve been a simple Subway pickup turned into a wild goose chase across town, complete with a support call mishap. Welcome to the chaos of Subway Dash Smash!