Ever since I was a little girl, I had a mission in life. I had targets and goals to achieve. I was a go-getter, never settling for second best.

I excelled academically, did sports, played music, sang in the National Youth Choir, danced for MATIC and the list goes on. I was an over achiever all rounder.

I grew up, still driven as ever. But last year, everything changed. It all stopped abruptly. I lost the spark within me. I didn’t know who I was. I could not see my purpose. I slaved myself at work. Got totally engrossed in it. I forgot how to have fun. I couldn’t differentiate a friend to a foe.

I took a break from it all and am proud to say that I can finally see myself again. I know who my friends are. Who to turn to. Am slowly smiling again. At least I know now.

Currently am taking one thing at a time. No more juggling. No more trying to be wonderwoman. Am resetting my goals and putting my priorities first. I’ve got my drive within me. It’s always been in me. It never left. That thing that keeps me striving and keeps me alive.

Baby steps for now.