2022 marks the fifth year after I left the Philippines. Five years is a blip in life, but considering that I spent two years of it in a pandemic, those five years both feel like a lot and nothing at the same time. I took time to think about things that I know now.
When I became a freelancer, I thought I was going to be one forever. I started because I thought I wanted to escape the drudgery of working fixed hours. I wanted to live, and going to the office was taking the life out of me. It turned out my problem was not the hours—it was because I lost track of my purpose.
Photos from 2016 show fantastic things that happened to me this year, but the real best things weren’t caught on camera. Traveling was still a huge part of my year but more than these experiences, 2016 was a year of self-discovery. I’ll call it the year I came to terms with my own titahood.
From a corporate employee, I have turned myself into a freelance writer/online worker/ self-employed individual. I’m still at loss when answering forms that asks for Occupation because I still can’t believe that yes, even when it doesn’t feel like it, this is my occupation (at least for now). I’ve been tempted to write non-practicing telecoms professional. I would love to romanticize how the whole decision-making process went, how years of imagining finally became reality, and how it felt to finally