Dear Yen
When I was 18, I wrote a letter to my 28-year-old self. Reading that letter now brings a whirlwind of emotions, and today, I finally had the time to sit with it. Back then, 28 felt like such a big number—so distant, almost unreachable. But in the blink of an eye—*tadaaa*—here we are! Here’s my reply to 18-year-old Yen: Hey girl, First of all, you didn’t stay in the media and broadcasting industry. I know, shocking, right? Let me explain. Back then, you thought broadcasting was your everything, your one and only true calling. But plans changed, and *you* were the one who decided to walk away. Did you regret it? Not at all. Over the past ten years, your horizons broadened, and you realized that broadcasting was just a small chapter in the vast, beautiful book of life. Secondly, guess what? You’re NOT married at 28! Hah! I couldn't help but laughed reading this part of your letter. I don’t even remember secretly hoping for that, but, okayyy. What were yo...
