A year after walking away from my corporate job without a plan B, I’ve travelled, volunteered, and grown in ways I never expected—yet the hardest part hasn’t been the leap itself, but learning to navigate the uncertainty that follows. This is my honest reflection on self-worth, societal pressure, and trusting the unknown.

We spend so much time fearing mistakes—overthinking decisions, worrying about whether we’ve chosen the right path. But what if getting things wrong is just part of the process? What if mistakes aren’t setbacks, but stepping stones? The truth is, we’re not meant to navigate life perfectly. We’re meant to learn, to evolve, and to embrace the beauty of imperfection.

The exhausting reality of waiting for ‘The One’ is not just about longing for love—it’s about the weight of anticipation, the quiet frustration of always searching, always hoping, always wondering if the right person will finally appear. We tell ourselves to be patient, to trust that love will arrive at the perfect time, but what happens when the waiting begins to feel endless?

How do we know if we’re making the right choices? Since coming back from New York, I’ve been questioning every next step—should I stay, should I go, should I start over somewhere new? In this entry, I open up about the tug‑of‑war between logic and emotion, the ache of unspoken feelings, and the search for a life that feels like home. Sometimes, the answers aren’t obvious, but they quietly live within us, waiting for us to listen.