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Happy New Year!



2023 ! Where did 2022 go? 

It just felt like just recently we wished each other a big Happy New Year and 'woosh'  here's again another countdown; another first day of a new year.

Fast or slow the days passed, I am certainly grateful for every amazing adventure, magical moments and every littlest thing in my life; the ups and downs-the appeases or bumps. Whatever it was, that was before, today it's the new year and it's the same me. I certainly don't fancy finding a new me, I'm happy as I am.

WORK//

I presume our work attitude changes as we grow older or on the spur of the moment facing a life-changing episode. Between 2000-2007, I was all about going all out and doing more- giving my best,working long hours, catching the datelines, making the headlines and breaking news. Life was always fast-paced: researches, networks, and interviews (cameras, mic, notepads, sound-bytes, and visuals).  As though, I was always on a roller coaster -it was exciting and I was thriving, full of motivation. Never will I deny that it was my golden era, but that was then and it was 'OK' to thrive and dedicate my whole self to my career until I decided to take a step back.

I have always prioritised what really matters in life. I am so lucky to have done a job that I'm so passionate about, however, life is not about just work and that my priority over anything else changed when I decided to get married and start my own little family. I knew I had to choose, pause my career and dedicate my life to the dearest 'new' people in my life. In that transition, I can never deny I missed my family back at 'home' and I still do but I also knew I needed to accept the consequences of a choice that I made. Being a mum myself changed everything. I enjoyed every bit of motherhood and still enjoying and cherishing every growth and change in my young sons, who are 'soon' to be 12 and 'just turned' 10. 

2016- I started to work again-but corporate's jingle and jangle is never my cup of tea. I can never relate to wanting more because my  ideal perception of life is  'Life isn't just about Work'. It has to serve my inner purpose  and that my priority over anything else is happiness and satisfaction that I found in helping and nurturing the people around me. My existence  should benefit mankind even in a smallest way. After all, after all these years, it's still the same myself and there's always room for a little self-improvement. 

It was always good to have a bit of a reality check and find a way to be happy in life that is always full of surprises. Finding a career that is rewarding, enriching, making me smile, looking forward to every day and reminding myself that this is where I want to be is important for me. I am glad I found my passion again. I am glad it takes me away again. I am glad it makes me forget everything else that can flinch my thoughts. I am glad it reminds me of who I am always. The only difference is this time not as a broadcast journalist. 

Here's to another year of just being me and setting my own rules -cherishing every smile behind every little people around me!


LIFE//

It's always there, we just need to see it, feel it, and  listen to it. 

Cheers to a new year but the same me. 


P/S: Let's live in the moment, cherish and be content because every day can be different but how we perceive it is what matters.  I always believe that it is 'ok' to be 'not' ok but we can also choose to walk undisturbed.


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