When I was in uni, I really thought I would be a successful businessman by the age of 25. The confidence was a product of my productivity (woop) during my studies. My GPA in Psychology was 3.76, which led me to graduate with Magna Cum Laude title. I was a part of many student organisations: Student Council, president of the uni dance team, a pioneer of the uni’s annual art night and charity. Everyone in the uni knew me. Outside my studies, I was a writer for IDN Media, a rapidly-growing media company which is now one of the biggest in Indonesia. I did a lot of freelance event jobs. I was a part of Indonesia’s O.G. dance community. What could go wrong? I believed I was designed for success.

Long story short, after I graduated things started going aimlessly. I did event management as my first job, to then move to social media, and dance crew manager. I didn’t know what’s the end goal for me. Dance was just my passion that won’t ever be my main thing, or at least that’s what I wanted to believe back then. Because who would wanna be a dancer for their whole life, right? It’s just a hobby, but never good enough for long-term career. At least not for me, someone with a lot of potential for something “bigger”.
But dance was always there. No matter what I was doing or what route I was on in my life. Somehow, I kept on dancing, experiencing life, exploring the world, encountering amazing people, with dance. Yet, I wasn’t content with where I was in life. For so many years, I kept feeling guilty, unproductive. Felt that I was lost, walking aimlessly trying to constantly build new plans and reinventing myself. I felt like a failure. Failing to fulfill my potential, my purpose, which I honestly didn’t fucking know what. And it was really exhausting feeling that way. I kept asking myself, is it too late for me?
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Fast forward to yesterday. The soon-to-be 27-year old me taught an online dance class on Instagram Live. The choreography that I shared represented my essence so much as a dancer, having danced for 11 years. Around 40 beautiful souls joined the class till the end, coming from Indonesia, Malaysia, Australia, Philippines. Friends that I made along my dance journey, and strangers that believe in what I do. And despite not being able to see them, I could feel the support and love from their presence in the comments section. I felt seen and appreciated. And somehow, it gave me contentment. So overwhelming I almost shed a tear. After a long while, I finally felt confident again in what I am doing with my life. That I’m smashing the milestones I’m supposed to reach. I realised that this is the identity that I’ve started to accept in the past year. I am a full-time dance teacher and choreographer. I may not be a rich entrepreneur or someone famous like I thought I would be, but FUCK THAT. I love this life and I will not take any single moment for granted.
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I am grateful for the universe to have led me here. Being able to expand my dance journey outside my home country. And things in the world may seem rough now, but I wanna push through. Looking forward to the days when I can bring this talent to the world. I believe in this path and I will stop running away from it.
Things and plans change. And who knows who and what I will be in the next five years. I don’t wanna worry too much about that. I am not taking any single moment of the present for granted and daydream about any “better days” in the future. I wanna cherish this beautiful present as much as I can.


























