The courage to be genuinely disliked and incorrectly misunderstood
I'm sitting at the desk in my hotel room in Lahug, Cebu for our team's team building, feeling incredibly grateful that I get to experience this before the year ends. It's one of those moments when I find myself appreciating how far I've come and how much life has allowed me to experience. I caught up with an old friend over breakfast earlier, shortly after arriving, and she shared something I wasn't particularly prepared to hear. Apparently, some of my former coworkers strongly disliked me and had tarnished my name because they thought I was "maldita." It hurt to hear that, especially after all this time. I thought I had already put that chapter behind me, but apparently, there are still things that can bring back feelings I thought I had made peace with. I'm not going to pretend I was without faults. I know I had my shortcomings, and I'm certain there were moments when I could have handled things better. But I genuinely don't remember lashing ...