I recently did a profile assessment for work and learnt how to read it.
Turns out..”I’m lost!”
Of course, no one should take these assessments as 100% true la.
But it got me thinking…
Am I lost?
I brushed it off and figured, it’s one of those things.
But as I kept brushing it away, I kept getting sucked into that fact.
And I finally admitted to my husband and told him..
He tried his best to diagnose what went wrong, when it started and what made me finally say it?
It’s really something I don’t want to discuss here but at the same time, it is writing that makes me feel a lot better.
I honestly felt like I haven’t done much for myself.
I’ve been endlessly giving my all to my work, to my family, making things and arrangements to see things through but what have I done for myself?
Besides being able to see the achievements, the satisfaction in what I do for work, in what makes my husband, mother and kids happy, I neglected what made me happy.
And I realized, it’s writing.
I had this freedom of updating random thoughts on Dayre. I still do speak somewhat my mind on Instagram but it didn’t give me that same feeling as how I would blogging.
Sigh. Can’t even call myself a blogger now la.
Anyhow, I started making conscious decisions to put myself first.
Call me selfish but I have to. Otherwise, I’m gonna head back to “I’m lost.”
And with this, I hope to write more.
Random ramblings, updates of my children (for memory sake), just updating to keep myself in check.
(I can’t do work related posts. Sorry.)
And I guess the objective of this post is to say:
I’m human. Not that superwoman. I’m lost and hoping to find myself back again.
There’s nothing wrong with my marriage and family life. (We got hiccups, nothing is perfect.)
I’m not doubting my choice in career. I enjoy what I do. (It’s not 100% smooth sailing. Which career is?)
It’s purely me and I took a step back and found what I miss doing most…