What started as a work phrase… turned into a life question I couldn’t ignore. Ever since I joined my current team, my boss has been repeating one phrase in meetings:
“What’s the end game?”
At first, it was just work talk. Targets. Deadlines. Deliverables.
Nothing personal.
But every meeting with my boss, this always come from him so that question stayed with me. And it started to feel… different. So I asked myself:
What is my end game in life?
Not my boss’s.
Not my company’s.
Mine.
Somewhere Between Traffic and Tiredness
This few week, I went to the office every single day. And I won’t lie, it drained me.
The long drives.
The mental exhaustion.
The constant rush.
Rushing to leave work.
Rushing to pick up my son.
Rushing to get everything done before the day ends.
And sometimes… I feel guilty.
Guilty for packing my son’s things late.
Guilty for not being fully present.
Guilty because I’m trying to do everything, but it still feels like it’s not enough. And in those quiet moments when I’m stuck in traffic with nothing but my thoughts.
I keep asking myself:
Is this the end game I want for my life?
The One Thing That Feels Like Me
Out of everything I do every day, there’s one thing that feels different. Something that doesn’t drain me. Something that feels like me.
Writing.
Writing about my life.Writing about being a working mom.Writing about the things we don’t always say out loud.
It’s the only space where I feel honest.Where I don’t have to pretend. Where I can just… breathe.
My End Game Is Changing
For the longest time, I thought my end game was simple which is a stable job, a steady income and a secure life. And yes, those things still matter. But now, I want something more.
My end game is to make a living doing what I love which is writing and sharing my experiences with others.
Not just working to survive. But creating something meaningful.
Why This Matters More Than Ever
As a working mom, time feels like the most expensive thing in the world.
Every hour in traffic…
Every moment feeling too tired…
It adds up. And it makes me think:
What if I could build a life that gives me more time instead of taking it away?
Time to be present.
Time to not rush.
Time to actually enjoy the life I’m working so hard for.
And if writing can slowly take me there…
I’m willing to try.
I’m Not There Yet (And That’s Okay)
I’m still working my 9–5 or 9-6…
I’m still sitting in traffic. I’m still figuring things out. I’m not earning from my writing yet.
But for the first time, I feel like I’m building something that truly belongs to me.
Something real.
Something honest.
Something with purpose.
So… What’s My End Game?
Now, every time I hear my boss say:
“What’s the end game?”
I smile a little. Because I finally have an answer.
My end game is not just about surviving each day. It’s about building a life where, I do what I love, my voice matters, my stories help someone feel less alone and I have more time for the people who matter most.
Not perfect.But meaningful.
Before You Go…
Maybe it won’t happen overnight.
Maybe it will take years.
But I’d rather try than spend my life wondering:
“What if I had gone for it?”
So let me ask you “What’s your end game?”, terngiang-ngiang boss punya tone hahahaaa
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