Lately, I’ve been so caught up with work and this whole transition that my days feel like one long checklist. Head down, moving from one thing to the next, barely pausing to breathe. But today, something different happened. I stepped outside, took a moment, and for once actually looked up. And right there, under the same sky I’ve walked under for years, it hit me: I’m standing in the exact place I used to dream about. A few years ago, I remember passing by this building and quietly telling myself, “One day, I want to work there.” Back then, it felt so… far away. Fast forward to now, here I am. In the middle of the grind, yes. Tired most days, definitely. But also… exactly…

When I first took the MBTI years ago, I came out as an INFP — the idealist. And it fit. I was introspective, feelings-driven, and consistently journaling, constantly searching for meaning in everything. I could spend an entire afternoon reflecting on one moment — a random goodbye, a line from a song, a scene from a film. I felt everything, all the time. It was a lot. And honestly? It still is. When my friend Bea left our workplace, I didn’t just get sad — I spiraled. I went into full-blown organize-and-buy-things mode to cope—deep cleaning, impulse purchases, the whole nine yards. My emotions needed somewhere to go, and I gave them a productivity makeover. Then there was the time I watched Natalia Osipova perform…

Lately, I’ve been watching Natalia Osipova’s performance of Giselle, and… wow. I didn’t expect to feel so much watching it, but I did. I still do. It wasn’t just the dancing (though yes, she moves like she’s made of moonlight and memory). It was everything — the music, the stillness, the way love and heartbreak and grace can live in one story, one body, one breath. There’s something about Giselle that lingers with you — like the echo of a song long after the final note fades. You think you’re just watching a ballet. But then it stays. Quietly. Gently. Like a memory you didn’t know meant something until it started whispering back. Maybe it’s the way she loves — fully, without hesitation. Maybe it’s…