25/07/2025
“Your fire is still strong. Wait till you get older.”
That’s what a colleague once told me at my 9–5 job. She was older and managing people in another department.
My heart sank. I looked around at the people near me doing the same thing every day. Some seemed happy and content, while others were just there for the paycheck.
And in that moment, I realized:
That could be me in 10 years. 🫣
Eyes dull. No spark. Living for the weekend and waiting for the next payday.
It was then I made a vow to myself. I’d find a way out of the rat race.
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, and quitting my job would’ve made me a financial burden to my parents.
So I hustled. 💻
I was 24, juggling a full-time job, freelance writing gigs, and making Youtube videos.
“You work like you have kids to feed,” my mom joked.
I didn’t have kids to feed, but there was someone I was working hard for.
I was hustling for 30-year-old me.
I wanted her to be confident, strong, and most of all, still burning with the fire I was told would fade with time.
As ambitious as I was, it wasn’t easy. I was too driven, too idealistic, too much, too everything. But I kept going, even when no one understood.
Until one day, I found a community of creators just like me. 🌻
They were dreamers and doers. Young, scrappy, and on fire. We had online coaching calls to refine our craft, week by week.
For the first time in my content creation journey, I finally had friends walking the same path.
And just last week, I met them in person. They were all from different parts of the Philippines. Different stories, same determination.
It was only for a few hours, but it was the highlight of my year.
To my 30-year-old self: I hope you become a confident, beautiful, and wealthy woman.
But more than anything, I hope you’re still burning with the fire and passion I’m working so hard to keep alive.
Siklab. 🔥
