Flumbering through a beautiful life…..
A Small Hi!
Welcome to the life of an accidental flumberer. And yes, before you ask — that is absolutely a word (at least, in my head). By the time you finish reading this, you'll know exactly why it's the only word that could ever describe me.
I am currently in the middle years of my 70 or so years of life. The first half of my journey on this beautiful planet has been quite eventful. I am sure yours and every other soul's has been too. The moments are made of happiest highs and sloppiest lows — none of which, I should add, were part of any plan.
Here is a brief introduction before we take this conversation further. I am someone who has, at all times — like literally at all times — fumbled, stumbled, and lumbered through life.
Hey! I am not complaining because honestly, my life has worked out for me (at least so far!).
And that, my friends, is how I arrived at the word Flumber and its very legitimate derivative, flumberer.
Flumber = Fumble + Stumble + Lumber.
The Arrival Story…
The story of arriving at Flumber is as me-coded as it can be.
Although I am an HR by profession, I have always had an inclination toward writing stories, poems, and on some occasions, my feelings that could only be expressed on paper with a pen. To give you an idea — I am one of those people who write paragraphs on WhatsApp when a single line would do just fine. So naturally, starting a blog was inevitable. What wasn't inevitable was how long it took me to actually do it. 😄
But here we are. Me, writing my intro page while on a 7-day trip to my sister-in-law's place — her husband generously offering me his work table while he adjusts in the living room with his digital allies.
Circling back to how I arrived at the word Flumber (almost got diverted from the topic as usual) — I am going to confess that I used the very wise suggestions of Claude AI to come up with the name for my blog page. Credit where it's due.
On a random Monday (or Sunday — I genuinely cannot remember), I told my husband: "It's time I invested my time and resources in building a page where I turn my hobby into something more meaningful." His suggestion — and this is why I married a clever soul — was to come up with a name first. One that not only leaves an impact but stays true to who I am and my qualities. He didn't specify which qualities, because he knows better. 😄
So I got down to it. I created a list of all my qualities like the self-aware being that I am. These included everything I liked about myself and the ones I wasn't particularly proud of. No matter how many strings of words I jotted down, the most prominent qualities that appeared across almost all my notes pointed toward one thing: an unorganized, day-dreaming soul with a penchant for grand ideas and questionable execution.
With this in mind, Claude and I began a series of back and forth — the AI throwing names at me and me throwing my half-baked ideas right back at her. I like to believe Claude is a female, since she surely thinks like one.
Over a dozen chats later, I typed: "How about an accidental flumber?" Honestly, I had meant to type "accidental fumbler" — the actual dictionary word — but me being me, typed Flumber in haste.
And there it was. My Eureka moment.
Claude assured me this was a masterstroke — one that was purely accidental and entirely unintentional. Not a single soul on this planet could have used a word so incorrectly correct. The typo that started it all. Very. On. Brand.
No other word in Britannica's and every encyclopedia's history could have ever defined me as accurately as the word Flumber.
A person who sets out to do something, ends up doing something else entirely — and it still works out in her favour.
And that, in one sentence, is the story of my life.
What's Coming Next…
In the upcoming posts, I will be touching upon the incidents that shaped my life so far — my take on relationships, everyday life, health, personal routines, and the big episodes that shape the world around us. Yes, this is where we get serious. You will get to see the real stuff — the highs, the lows, the near misses, and the divine interventions that somehow kept everything together.
I do not know exactly how this new journey will shape up. But then again — when have any of my plans ever worked out?
What I do know is this: I will show up regularly, honestly, and with a very full heart.
So whether you are a fellow flumberer, a recovering overplanner, or someone who simply stumbled here by accident — welcome. Stay connected for the episodes ahead. I would love, one day, to hear your side of the story too. Maybe chapters from your life will end up becoming one of those unplanned yet redefining fragments in my journey ahead.
After all — the best things in my life have always been accidental. 🌸