I'm never quite a risk taker.
After all, I was not brought up that way.
Study hard, work in an office, suit up and walk well in those heels.
That's how I grow up thinking what I'd be.
And I did become that person.
I could have studied harder and got a better degree but that's the past.
I did work in an international firm and made my way up, although not that high.
I don't own a suit cos formal dress code is not quite me.
I do own a few pairs of heels. Which I've told often enough I don't need them.
And I loved my jobs.
Well, I found the love of my life at my first job.
I didn't love the second job but the people think made it bearable and memorable.
I gave my all with the third.
Eight years. Almost.
But at the back of my mind, there's this dream.
Having my own little boutique and wearing the clothes I sell.
And then, I did it. Kinda just like that.
At 33 years old, exactly 10 years after I've worked in the corporate world.
I took over someone's business and am running one now.
It's been almost two months and it still feels surreal.
I walk into the shop (that I used to frequent) and wonder at times if this is for real.
I feel good when the customers love their buys.
I begin to realise this is more than a business.
Without sounding too noble, I really think this is a job to help others feel and look good.
I'm enjoying every bit of it so far.
And I can't be more thankful to the people who have helped make this happen.
The encouragement, moral and monetary support are deeply appreciated.
Here's to everyone who dreams & dares to pursue theirs.
After all, I was not brought up that way.
Study hard, work in an office, suit up and walk well in those heels.
That's how I grow up thinking what I'd be.
And I did become that person.
I could have studied harder and got a better degree but that's the past.
I did work in an international firm and made my way up, although not that high.
I don't own a suit cos formal dress code is not quite me.
I do own a few pairs of heels. Which I've told often enough I don't need them.
And I loved my jobs.
Well, I found the love of my life at my first job.
I didn't love the second job but the people think made it bearable and memorable.
I gave my all with the third.
Eight years. Almost.
But at the back of my mind, there's this dream.
Having my own little boutique and wearing the clothes I sell.
And then, I did it. Kinda just like that.
At 33 years old, exactly 10 years after I've worked in the corporate world.
I took over someone's business and am running one now.
It's been almost two months and it still feels surreal.
I walk into the shop (that I used to frequent) and wonder at times if this is for real.
I feel good when the customers love their buys.
I begin to realise this is more than a business.
Without sounding too noble, I really think this is a job to help others feel and look good.
I'm enjoying every bit of it so far.
And I can't be more thankful to the people who have helped make this happen.
The encouragement, moral and monetary support are deeply appreciated.
Here's to everyone who dreams & dares to pursue theirs.
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