My goal to write even 300 words daily for myself is not so realistic these days.
I am busier at the office now. Sometimes I forget to have lunch. Sometimes, time passes by so quickly it’s suddenly time to go home and pick up my kids; I don’t know what I’m doing all day. It’s overwhelming, yet at the same time, I feel that I am the one who put myself in the situation. I have a lot to catch up at the office, and I wonder if I’m actually so slow with my work.
After work, I’m committed with some ‘extra-curricular’ activities like going to halaqah and being a facilitator at a high school’s weekly program. If the way I put it down sounds like ‘responsibility’, it’s actually not. Nobody forces me to do everything that I do. I have to say that I really enjoy inspiring the younger generation; it brings me joy.
Nevertheless, at home, my kids need my attention. A has homework sometimes. H wants to play with watercolour and makeup almost every day. Oh yes, not to mention, they need to be fed. Though it’s like the most basic task mothers need to do for their offsprings, getting food to eat is always my daily struggle.
Do I sound like I’m complaining?
No, I don’t think I am.
I’m grateful to have 300 words for myself today. At least, I manage to document how my weekday life at this point. A’ishah, a 31-year-old single mother working as a writer in corporate communications, doing the best for her two kids, and trying to write herself 300 words daily.