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It took motherhood to unlock life’s meaning for this workaholic
I went from KPIs, page views and writing social media blurbs to pumping milk in the middle of the night for a screaming boss – my baby. But it was worth it.
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Having a child was not part of the author's plan, but in a partnership, one considers the other party’s wants and needs.
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Ten years ago, my life revolved around being a junior journalist, looking to find the next scoop, writing the wittiest social media blurb, and proving to myself that choosing to put my career first was not a mistake.
Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll say I am a recovering workaholic, a mobile phone addict, and too dedicated to my work. That, combined with an erratic sleep schedule and working most weekday nights, meant I was likely destined to be single for a long time – of my own volition. I dreamt of buying my own HDB flat at age 35, complete with a tri-colour Pembroke Welsh corgi for company.
