Today was a particularly “good” day — as defined by me. The kid is having his second very long nap of the day, mashaAllah, my routine just seemed to fit things in, and I managed to work on (and completed) multiple design tasks — I work with ProductiveMuslim — with, let’s say minimal screaming for attention from the kid between naps.
As I reflect on the changes in my life lately, I can conclude that I need to write to survive. I need to write to stay sane. I need to write to avoid regular emotional breakdowns. It’s not that I am facing major life crises — alhamdulillah, no — but not writing has just left me unable to process my thoughts, feelings, decisions, actions.
Being a (work-at-home) mother does not mean that I do not have thoughts, opinions, ideas, things to do other than tending to my family. I have always written. I wrote to my best friend my whole entire childhood and teenhood. I blogged for most of my school and college years. Yet, expressing myself, wording my thoughts out, de-cluttering my mind and heart — which should all be a priority! — somehow kept being put off: I’m a wife now, I’m a mother now, I can’t find the time to write. Facebook posts hardly count; we all know that.
May our efforts bring benefit to us and others.
See you soon.