What if I had only 3 months to live? This question came to my mind as I entered the cold examination room for my mammogram. I had found a small lump near my chest several weeks ago. I had always set lofty goals, wanting to please everyone around me, becoming distraught every time I failed myself. The goals became my everything and despite the battles I won, it felt like an endless defeat.

Like a bird free in air, my natural tendency was to write, draw, and create. The beautiful poems I had written in school, my love for hand-written letters and classic novels… The joy of seeing my thoughts being displayed on paper and unraveling my complicated inner narrative, it all made sense. There was so much fear and insecurity as English is not my first language. Although I was a manager as one of the Big 4 consulting firms, my impossible goal of pleasing everyone had always stopped me from doing what gave me joy.

Here at eun, there is no Big Hairy Audacious Goals or BHAGs as used in the world of business. eun is a creative space and I hope you enjoy.

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