I’ve been mulling the Quarter-life crisis manifesto over and over in my head, thinking of an explanation how I even managed to surpass this turbulent phase. I’ve been hit by the quarter-life crisis and at the time, it felt like an all-too familiar carpet was jerked underneath my feet to reveal a gaping abyss underneath me. I fell intothe unfathomable depths of depression but somehow through the help of my family and friends, I felt better about myself.

Right now, I can’t complain much about my career — it has its ups and downs — and that pretty much describes my personal life as well. Through it all, I have come to realize that I have reached a level of self-awareness that does not spring from my job title or even my relationship with other people.

What I do for a living does not define my life.

I might spend most of my waking time doing my job but that is just one facet of this unique life that I, alone, lead.

I’m a self-confessed gimikera, a certified Cosmo girl and at times, branded as a bitch — and darn proud of it!

In a few years’ time, I’ll be crossing yet another milestone in my life — midlife crisis. But for now, I just want to savor this a-ha! moment and thank God for such moments of clarity.