“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
― Sigmund Freud
March is an interesting month.
My favorite radio DJ once said that everything feels more dramatic in spring. Last year, at the end of March, I quit my job and decided to travel to Singapore in April.
It marked the end of something old and the beginning of something new. It was, perhaps, one of the freest moments of my life—the moment I let go of all my responsibilities and began exploring an entirely new chapter.
My uncle, who belongs to a generation unfamiliar with the idea of changing careers based on skill and growth, later admitted he was afraid he might have to support me financially. I reassured him there was no need to worry.
Looking back on my life, there have been very few moments when I’ve truly felt emotionally safe. I’ve often lived in fear, shaped by the pain of being hurt by words—words that dismissed my personality and invalidated my ideas.
So when I finally left my job, I felt liberated. And now, as I reflect on where I am in my current role—am I doing okay? The answer is complicated. I am managing, but I remain entangled in complex interpersonal dynamics at work.
March continues to be an interesting month. As this one draws to a close, I find myself discontent with where I am. Life rarely unfolds the way we expect. Sometimes it turns cruel. One moment it seems to embrace you, and the next, it turns explosive.
At this point, I’m not even sure what to do with my life. Still, I’ve done my part, and I think I’m doing okay. But somehow, it’s always March when everything happens.
March is an interesting month.