MY WHY

Through my experiences I have built the foundation of my understanding of  meaningful work on the belief that it is work that transforms personal struggle into purpose, without allowing it to become the entirety of one's identity. I don’t believe hard work, visible or ambitious work determines meaning. Personally, I see meaning emerge from lived experience and the way we inform, serve others, make decisions and move through the world with that integrity. My experiences navigating health challenges and building a career in digital media have taught me that purpose isn’t found in hardship itself, but how we intentionally respond to it. 

Throughout my life, I have learned that resilience is not a personality trait but a practice. Early health challenges shaped how I view time, energy, and opportunity. They forced me to recognize that energy is finite and that where we invest it matters. However, I do not believe struggle alone gives work meaning. Research on the concept of “calling” suggests that individuals who view their work as purposeful experience greater life satisfaction and motivation (Wrzesniewski et al., 1997). Yet I have also learned that calling is not about centering hardship, rather, it is about using awareness gained from hardship to act responsibly. In my work as a digital content creator, I have seen how visibility can amplify both narrative and misconception. That experience reinforced that meaningful work requires intentionality. It requires asking not only “What can I build?” but also “How does what I build affect others?”

The book Make Your Job a Calling emphasizes that meaning is constructed through reflection and service rather than discovered passively. I have found this to be true in practice. In digital spaces especially, it is easy for ambition to eclipse self-awareness. However, self-determination theory suggests that autonomy, competence, and relatedness are foundational to intrinsic motivation and fulfillment (Deci & Ryan, 2000). For me, meaningful work must preserve autonomy, ensuring that I choose my direction thoughtfully, while fostering relatedness through authentic connection. My past has shaped me, but it does not confine me. Instead, it informs how I approach storytelling, leadership, and collaboration with empathy and care.

Ultimately, meaningful work is not about proving resilience or narrating struggle for validation. It is about allowing lived experience to deepen perspective while continuing to grow beyond it. I strive to approach my career not as a platform for self-definition through adversity, but as an opportunity to contribute thoughtfully, build responsibly, and serve others with awareness. In doing so, I aim to create work that is not defined by what I have endured, but strengthened by what I have learned. This perspective shapes how I approach creative decisions, partnerships, and leadership opportunities within digital spaces.


I WISH

In the reflective piece below, I explore more personally the emotional complexity of resilience and the tension between gratitude and frustration that has shaped my understanding of purpose

I wish I could be angry at the world, at god or a greater being. I wish I could hand over the blame for my misery I hold, set deep within my chest. My heart that aches with every beat trying to survive a world I’m supposed to be able to experience.

I was built behind walls and connected to wires. Given borrowed life and recycled air, I was given a second, and then a third chance. Chance for what though? How do I make meaning of a world I suffer to exist through on days I should be happy I’m here at all.

People praise my strength and admire my courage. I never asked for this. I didn’t ask to be strong or courageous. I didn’t ask to be brave or wise beyond my years. All I wanted was to be a kid, to be normal.

But I did, I asked for more time for more life. A new lease I signed my name and in the fine print came the courage and strength. In the terms and conditions came every lesson and battle, every label tagged on after. Still the most prominent, incurable.

I wish I could be angry, it would be much easier than dealing with facing my fears and my phobias. My past self and experiences she hides behind walls, built through resentment and tears. Gagged with a label that read unfixable, incurable. Walking with a sickness forever, and while not taking me to my death I’ll take it with me.

Without permission your body uses laughter to defend against tickling, a foreign and unexpected reaction. I laugh at inappropriate times, times that should be covered in mascara streaks and running noses. I giggle, under my breath out of embarrassment. But I never learned how to react. I never knew what was normal, because I never was.

I’ve been many versions of myself, I’ve walked many paths and explored many worlds. All pointed to a higher meaning, still unwary to that answer. I’ve questioned where I was going and how much longer and why am I walking.

But how lucky I was to have so much ahead, how lucky I was to see the light of day and feel the warmth of the sun. To have legs that were sore from taking me so far and a mind that was tired from such a grand imagination.

I wish I could be mad, it would be much easier. But it also wouldn’t mean anything at all, it would make nothing of this life I have built behind walls and connected wires. Nothing of the life I asked for.

So I cannot.