Two years ago I started what I would like to refer to as my productivity journey. Because I had plateaued; I was not where I wanted to be, and I got tired of always trying, and I stopped. I said to myself, “no more trying.” I decided to be content with my inadequacy, worst still I decided to be content to the “inadequacies of not wanting to try anymore. My life was practically in a hamster will. Wake up, turn on the television, get my kid ready for school and send him off to school. Watch TV while he was gone, when he comes, we would eat lunch, continue with TV watching favorite shows until when my husband comes back, we eat dinner, get kids ready for bed, kids sleep, we go to bed and tomorrow life continues, just like that.
Though I was happy to do my bit as a mom and wife, I had this feeling of un-accomplishment that wouldn’t leave. I wanted to become more in life; I want to impact lives, write and rewrite stories. I mean initially, it was fun but it eventually it became a dull moment in my life.