The Ongoing Chronicles Of My Creative Journey

On route, June 2025.

So, the search for the mysterious holy grail — the dream job, the saviour-of-my-career, the Sum-of-My-Life job after my MBA — has come to a quiet close. And where I’ve landed? It’s not at all what I imagined when I signed up for the MBA. But that’s a story for another time.

For today, I’m sitting with this more spacious question: What do I want to do with my creativity now that I don’t need to make all this — my website, my social media, my creative work — into a business case study, a shiny sales pitch for recruiters?

To make my website “MBA-ready,” I had to do a bit of an overhaul. I rewrote it to sound like a legitimate professional — someone with marketable skills and money-making potential — instead of a free-spirited backpacker with a suitcase full of wonder, stories, and dreams.

You may have noticed, if you stopped by over the past year.

I added language that was more authoritative. More linear. More rational.

I know a website isn’t meant to hold the whole of my identity. But for over a decade, it’s been my changing room — a place where I’ve tried on different selves and different styles, searching for the one that fit most like my skin and soul.

This website has never been just a polished portfolio because I always wanted it to be a creative refuge — a quiet corner of the internet where my thoughts on life, art, decisions, and direction could land softly.

But that meant it was always something in between: not quite professional enough, and yet never personal enough.

And that’s not even counting the chapter when I tried to turn this website into the front store of my “online business.”

So when it came time to transform it for the MBA job hunt, I felt… numb.

Reinventing Anita

What did it matter if I erased parts of my soul that I had once poured so much of myself into?

Who would care?

It never really “worked” anyway.

Here comes another version of Anita: neatly ironed, carefully edited, fortified with MBA antioxidants, resume-ready as Your All-Star Best Hire.

What she wants doesn’t matter — she can be everything for everyone else.

Okay, that might be a little harsh.

On one hand, I was glad to change my website because I was curious. Maybe this was my season to discover Corporate Anita. Maybe I’d finally land an “All Grown Up and Making It” job. Maybe this would be fun and new?

And I reminded myself: I didn’t have to delete anything. I could simply hide the old pages, tucking them gently out of public view.

I was fine with that. I had outgrown my 23-year-old self anyway. I had folded in many of her lessons. She didn’t need to live online anymore.

So I welcomed the refresh. After waiting what felt like years for inspiration to strike, I changed most — if not all — of the language in a few short days.

And now?

Now that the search for Corporate Anita’s Next Top Job is over…

Now that the new job doesn’t require me to stay buttoned-up…

I’ve been quietly simmering with the question: What do I want this space to be now?

The Gifts of Being in My 30s

I’ve written before about the gifts of being in my 30s — though I’m not sure how many of those posts ever made it to “Publish.” Still, I wrote them, and I chew on the ideas from time to time.

One of the sweetest gifts of not being in my 20s anymore is this: I can think in longer time horizons.

I can imagine writing and creating things that will still feel meaningful a decade from now.

What do I want life in my 40s to feel like?

What will I be glad I made time to birth into the world?

Who is 30-something Anita today — and who is she becoming?

Ten years from now, who will I be proud to have been?

Yes, Corporate Anita is a part of me now. She is excited by spreadsheets and writes a clean, mean strategic plan.

But free-spirited traveller Anita is still around. She rides backseat most of the time now, ever happy to jump passenger side when I can grab a window seat on a plane or train.
And the seasoned creative professional with the embers in her bones? She’s in her 30s now, with a decade of production, podcasts, and proving herself.

All of these selves can coexist. They are facets of the same wellspring.

And now that I don’t need to stay tightly laced into a polished version of myself, I can let them all breathe. I can let them dance and sing and question and play as I live into this next season.

So maybe this blog will become my Chronicles of My Creative Journey.

Maybe it always was.