matcha latte on a rainy night

Hey there, my lovely Matcha enthusiasts – or if you’re not into Matcha, that’s totally cool too. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? But I’m finally in the mood to write again, to share a little about what’s been going on in my life, and maybe even inspire you to take a little more control over your own.

I’ll be honest – I’ve been struggling. And to be real, I’m still kind of in that space. But I realized something had to change. I needed to stop keeping everything inside and talk to someone who could give me a fresh perspective. Huge shoutout to my friends, though – they’re always there, supporting me in their own way, giving me their love and an ear to listen to my random rants. But this time, I needed something different, so I decided to talk to my parents. Yeah, I finally did it.

And let me tell you, asking for a conversation wasn’t easy. You might wonder why, right? Well, my relationship with my parents hasn’t always been simple – I’m sure that’s true for a lot of us. We’ve had our fair share of misunderstandings, disagreements, and just awkward moments. But we had a real talk a few years ago that helped open things up a bit. Still, I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how they’d react or what they’d think about my plans. What if they didn’t support me? What if they told me to just keep going as I am? Even though I knew deep down they wouldn’t do that, I still had to ask myself, “What’s the worst that could happen if I talk to them?” And you know what? It’s been my mantra lately: “What’s the worst that could happen?” And honestly, it’s helped me a lot.

So, last weekend, I finally had the talk. We were sitting in their living room, and I tried so hard to stay calm. But after a few minutes, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I ended up crying – not because I was weak, but because I finally said it out loud. All the stuff I’d been bottling up was suddenly real. I told them how exhausted I was. How I couldn’t keep going the way I was. I talked about work – the long hours, the stress, the lack of support, and how it was really starting to wear me down. I admitted how much I dreaded coming back to Switzerland, how much I needed a break. I even told them that the only thing keeping me from quitting was the pressure of paying back my student loans.

And you know what? They didn’t judge me at all. They just listened, asked questions, and honestly, it surprised me when they said they had a feeling something was wrong. I guess parents just know these things. We kept talking about my plans, about maybe living in Korea – a place that’s really started to feel like home for me. And then, the unexpected happened – my parents told me they’d support me no matter what. They’d help me, be there for me, and take some of the weight off. And then my dad said something that really hit me: “Make sure you take the time to think about what you really want so you don’t end up in the same situation again.”

After that conversation, the dinner with my brothers, and just some good laughs, I went home feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off me. It felt like I could finally breathe again. That chapter I’d been stuck in was starting to close and I could finally plan my new chapter. And you know what? That conversation did wonders. Suddenly, my creativity was flowing, and I even finished a rough draft of my book. And I’ve got a new story idea brewing, too.

So, with all that said, I just want to encourage you – if you’re feeling stuck or overwhelmed, maybe it’s time to have that tough conversation. It might not turn out like you think, but it could help more than you realize. Don’t be afraid to ask for support, even when it feels hard. You might just find the relief you’ve been looking for.