Today was one of those days that felt like life pressed fast forward. Three meetings in a row already made my head spin, yet my husband somehow survived five without collapsing. I still wonder how he does it. Maybe love for the work truly fuels a different kind of stamina.
The day began softly, with morning coffee at Bartisserie Ashta with Troy. Between sips of warm coffee and the quiet buzz of the mall waking up, we talked about ideas and possibilities. It felt like peeking through a small window into new collaborations waiting to happen. I’m grateful to Ollz for making that connection, because serendipity often arrives through people who believe in us.
Lunch came quickly after. We rushed to Senggol Canteen at the MSIG Building Sudirman. My husband’s angel investor joined, and even in the brief hour we had, conversations moved fast. He asked my thoughts on a few things, and I appreciated the way he values my perspective. Sometimes the quickest lunches carry the weight of bigger decisions.
By afternoon, it was time for tea with Lisa Mandira. It had been too long. We settled into that familiar comfort only old friends bring. This year has been heavy for both of us, full of challenges and invisible battles, yet somehow we sat there laughing, sharing stories that reminded us we’re still standing. Lisa handed me beautifully personalized gifts, thoughtful as always. My heart felt warm.
Just as the sky darkened and the rain threatened to fall, we dropped Lisa off at her apartment, then continued to our final destination of the day: Swissôtel Living Jakarta Mega Kuningan. When we arrived, my husband’s mentee was already waiting. I didn’t join the conversation much. I quietly retreated into myself, gathering the last bits of energy I had left for the evening.
At exactly seven, we finally met Pak Hendrik, the man who had invited us in the first place. Dinner was steak, conversations were sharp, and possibilities unfolded again. We met him through a system work program last year, and I’ve always admired his punctuality and clarity of thought. There’s something grounding about being in the presence of someone who knows exactly where they stand.
By nine, we said our goodbyes, promising to meet again soon. We drove home exhausted, full not only in our stomachs but also in our minds. The kind of fullness that feels heavy yet strangely satisfying. The kind that whispers you’re moving, you’re growing, even when the day feels overwhelming.
As we finally reached home and the city slowed outside our windows, a simple wish floated through my thoughts: 2026, bring more opportunities, more luck, more wisdom, and more wealth please.
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