From Dreaming to Discovering: My Journey to Finding My Ikigai

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From the shy and quiet girl I once was to the woman I am today, my journey has been anything but linear. For most of my life, writing has been my constant companion, a form of expression (my way of doing justice to the 'Abinaya' in my name rather😀) that helped me process my emotions and find my voice.

It started as a simple outlet during my teenage years, when I poured my thoughts into my diary. The impact it had on my mind was nothing short of transformative.

To be brutally honest, I never imagined— not even in my wildest dreams— that I would take up writing as a profession some day.

Driven by my undying interest in medicine and a long-lost dream of becoming a Cardiothoracic Surgeon, I started my career as a biomedical engineer. Sadly, Biomedical Engineering was the closest I could get to the field I was so passionate about. After completing college and post-graduation, 
I worked as an assistant professor before transitioning to the HR domain.

While I had great learning experiences in these roles, there was still something that felt amiss. A constant, unsettling urge to find a more purposeful role in life—something that would be truly soul-satisfying.

After that, I took a long career break which was devoted to my family, during which I didn't pursue any full-time jobs. No regrets there, whatsoever. But when I was finally ready to return to the workforce, I found myself lost. I found myself still trying to figure out a career path for myself. I wanted to do something I loved, something that set my soul on fire. 

That’s when FreckEd came into my life, offering me an opportunity as a creative research writer. I shall forever be indebted to those kind souls who made it happen.

Since then, there has been no looking back.This was a turning point in my career, and I shall cherish it always. I rediscovered my long-lost love for writing, and in doing so, discovered the 'real' me. Just then, right then, I knew I had found my niche.

This is my calling— something I believe I was meant to do, my 'Ikigai.'

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have found my path, even though it took time and many stumbles along the way. I'm determined to keep going, no matter what. Writing has become my ultimate elixir, my joy, and it keeps me more alive than life itself. 

Well, the best part? I never write to impress a reader— never. I write to satisfy my soul, and I will continue to do so as long as my writing remains true.I write from the depths of my heart, words that stir my soul—this is my Ikigai.

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