(Originally posted on 27 November 2025)
Next week marks a small but meaningful milestone: my eighth year at this company. By Friday, I’ll officially step into my ninth year, the longest I’ve ever committed to anything in my professional life (well, except for my marriage and family, of course).
I wasn’t planning to write about this. Anniversaries like this usually pass quietly for me. But something happened this week that made me pause and smile at how strangely connected life can be.
I was at a formal dinner event, round tables, name cards, the whole thing. You never know who you’ll end up sitting next to. As always, I prepared my small talk-about-the-weather energy. Then the man on my left handed me his business card during introductions.
I froze for a second.
He’s the CFO of a company I applied to in 2017, my very first job application after graduation. I remember refreshing my email every day, hoping for a reply. It never came. I didn’t get the job.
And now, eight years later, here we were, sitting side by side. Life has a sense of humor, doesn’t it?
It got me thinking about how the things we chase, the doors that close, the paths we don’t take, they all quietly shape where we end up.
Back in university, I was an Android fanatic. I’d camp out for new flagship launches, compare specs like a pro, and proudly declare that Apple was overpriced. “For the same money,” I’d say, “you can get way better hardware with Android.”
Fast forward to today: I only replace my Android phone when it dies, and I’m the one excitedly unboxing the latest iPhone or Macbook. I’ve probably tried nearly every Apple product that makes sense in my life. Who saw that coming?
I used to hate Accounting with a passion—especially making financial statements. I’d groan every time the lecturer said “balance sheet.”
Now? A solid chunk of my job requires me to actually understand P&L, cash flow, and depreciation. I’m not saying I love it… but I don’t hate it anymore either.
And don’t get me started on that one neighboring country our national football team can never seem to beat. I swore I’d never step foot there, just out of sheer stubbornness and bruised national pride.
These days? I visit at least once a year. On a good year, three or four times. For work, for food, for short getaways. I even caught myself enjoying it.
Funny how life works.
This eight-year journey is now the longest “professional” commitment I’ve ever made. Before this, my record was seven years, finishing my undergraduate degree (yes, it took me a little longer than most). Before that, six years of elementary school.
People always get asked: “What did you do to get here? What choices led you to this point?”
Lately, I’ve been thinking about a different question:
What didn’t I do?
I’m here, partly because I didn’t get that job in 2017.
Do I regret not getting that job back then?
Maybe a little. On quiet days, I wonder what might have been.
But most days? I’m just grateful.
Grateful for the growth I didn’t see coming.
Grateful for a journey that keeps surprising me, even after eight years.
