Why You’re Still Not Winning at Life
My husband has always said that he wants to leave a legacy. I never understood until recently what that meant, when I started writing. I want to, in the most cliche way possible, add value to this world. I have found my voice through writing and discovered that by sharing my stories I can help others feel that they too can get through harder times. So, at the moment, this is what I’m doing, whenever I possibly can.

I have to plan meticulously in order to be able to work around our son’s sleeping routine. At the moment, it’s 5 AM and I know I have at least 1.5 hours to write before Andriel wakes up, so I’m doing alright for time.

I plan a lot for what I will do while my son is asleep because when I’m with him, much of my time is his. And since I don’t have all day like most people without kids, the time I spend working on my goals is extremely crammed into bouts of productivity.

I imagine Flash, my now new alter ego, taking my place as my son goes to bed. He types as if the world is ending. He tackles the rest of the house like the world depends on it. He comes to a halt at the sound of the baby monitor before doing one last round to finish the fight with the villain — the washing machine. A bra wire breached the security of the premises and Flash sweats as he fights for his life. Frantically, he wins the battle and quickly gets changed into me again when it’s time to go into the baby’s bedroom — and deal with a soiled diaper, for that’s what life boils down to in the end.
['Sylvia Emokpae']
['Parenting', 'Motherhood', 'Social Media', 'Energy', 'Technology']