“Who am I?”
The most frequent question I ask myself.
Picture this: A single lady in her thirties, unmarried, no kids, and zero investments. Now, sitting alone and sipping iced matcha in the nearest cafe in the city where she’s lived since 2011. Paying rent for almost 14 years now! What a waste of money, right? Hmm. Depends. Part of me also enjoyed living alone and away from my hometown, away from my parents. But now that I turned 30, I realized that I think it’s time for me to go back living with my parents instead of renting to save some money. There’s no shame on that. Also, it’s good to be spending more time with them especially because they’re getting older. They obviously need my presence and help with some house chores.
“Imposter syndrome is real!”
I’ve been working as an accounts receivable analyst for the past 8 years… now that I’ve switched into another accountant role with heavier workload, it made me feel like a fraud. I know for real that I am not good in this role no matter how hard I try to push myself and be better at it. My heart and mind is never at ease. Deep down, I know there’s more to life than being a burnout corporate employee who works in a 9-5 job with no passion and is slowly feeling dead inside.
Who am I supposed to be?
No fucking 100% certainty of who I am supposed to be. I have many interests but zero mastery. A jack of all trades and a master of none.
I know for sure that being an accountant is not for me.
“I want to be a Teacher!”
This is what was written under my graduation photo in my kindergarten School Yearbook. I don’t remember how I came up to that idea but I’m guessing it is highly influenced by my aunties… most of them are grade school teachers. I had no idea what I wanted to be. But I still remember how passionate I was in doodling, singing karaoke, and play pretend that I am a teacher. I would record myself in my papa’s old camcorder and play pretend that I am a VJ host in MYX.













