Choosing a Different Path and Discovering My Creativity

After working in the airline industry for about year and half, something began to change in the company.

The Russian airline was represented decide to launch their own system direclty in Myanmar. Instead of working through representatives like our company, travel agencies and tourism companies could now access their booking system themselves and purchases tickets directly.

From that moments, our roles as the main representative slowly disappeared.

My boss was no longer interested in continuing the airline business the same way. Instead, he wanted me to transfer into another project he was involved in a government-related office project.

But when he explained the work to me, something inside me immediately felt uncomfortable. The job would mostly involve office paperwork, administrative tasks and government project support. I would spend most of my time sitting in an office handling documents.

And deep inside, I knew that wasn’t the path I wanted.

I had spent years working with people communicating, helping travelers, building relationships and solving problems. The idea of sitting behind a desk doing paperwork every day didn’t feel like my future.

So I made a difficult decision.

I decided to resign.

Of course, according to my contract, I had to complete a one-month notice period. During that time, I quietly started looking for another opportunity.

Not long after, another door opened.

I was offered a position at a brand image and personal development consulting company. My role would be working as a personal assistant to the founder of the company.

Her work was very different from anything I had done before.

She specialized in personal image consulting teaching people about color analysis, personal branding, customer service training and professional development. She also organized workshops and courses for individuals and companies who wanted to improve their professional image.

My responsibility was to assist her in managing her daily work.

I organized her schedule, arranged meetings, helped coordinate her training programs and sometimes attended meetings with her. I also helped prepare materials for her courses and events.

Although the salary was lower than what I had been earning before, I accepted the job anyway.

There was something about the work that interested me.

At that time, I was studying psychology as a distance student and I felt that personal development and image training had some connection to understanding people. I thought perhaps I could learn something valuable there.

And in many ways, I did.

Working closely with her exposed me to a completely new world.

She believed strongly in understanding people’s strengths, personalities and talents. After I had worked with her for about six months, she asked me to take several personal assessments.

The tests were meant to understand my personality, my strengths and the type of work that suited me best.

After reviewing the results, she told me something that surprised me.

She said "I was a creative person."

She explained that I seemed to enjoy creating ideas, communicating with people, and expressing things visually. At the time, I had never thought of myself that way.

But she saw something in me that I had not yet fully seen in myself.

Then she asked me a question that would slowly change the direction of my career.

“Would you like to study graphic design?”

At first, I wasn’t sure. I had never formally studied design before. But because I was already helping her create flyers, posters, newsletters and promotional materials for her events, she believed I could develop those skills further.

So she sent me to study graphic design.

While I was learning, I also continued working with her. I started designing event decorations, creating promotional materials and producing visual designs for workshops and training programs.

I designed brochures, folders, newsletters and posters. Whenever we had events, I helped create backdrops, banners and photo booth designs.

And something inside me began to feel alive.

The moment that always made me happiest was when I saw my designs printed for the first time. Seeing something I created appear in people’s hands something they could hold and read gave me a strange sense of joy and pride.

For the first time, I felt like I was creating something real.

But while my professional life was evolving, my personal life was becoming more complicated.

But there is always something behind to happed and change my life.

My relationship with my boyfriend had started to struggle. We were both busy with our own lives and communication between us became more difficult.

My old fears also returned.

Because of my childhood experiences, I had always carried a deep fear of abandonment. When conflicts happened between us, I felt a strong urge to fix things immediately. I didn’t want distance to grow between us.

Sometimes, I would go to see him in the middle of the night just to resolve an argument. I didn’t care about the time or how late it was. I just wanted to fix the relationship before it broke.

But one night, when I tried to reach him during an argument, he blocked me and refused to speak with me.

I felt completely lost.

I didn’t know how to fix the situation or how to handle the pain I was feeling.

Our relationship was going through one of the most difficult periods we had ever experienced.

For a while, everything felt uncertain.

But two months later, somehow, we found our way back to each other again.

Not long after that, another life-changing moment arrived.

I became pregnant.

At that time, we had already been together for nearly four years. The pregnancy came as both a surprise and a turning point in our lives.

His mother did not accept my pregnancy at first. She didn’t believe I was the right person for her son. She compared my career to other women she preferred for him.

But despite that pressure, he accepted the responsibility.

We decided to build our own life together.

We rented a small place and started living on our own while I was carrying the baby.

Later we discovered something even more surprising.

I wasn’t carrying just one baby.

I was carrying twins.

Even during my pregnancy, I continued working. I believed that I needed to support our new family and prepare for the future.

I worked until my pregnancy reached seven months.

Only then did I finally decide it was time to stop and rest.

At that moment, another chapter of my life was quietly beginning one that would soon change everything I thought I knew about love, responsibility and the meaning of family.

And that story was only just beginning.