I was lost.
Literally.
I had finished high school, I didn’t like any of my degrees, and I was working part-time in a bar because I didn’t know what to do next.
Every time someone asked me:
“And what are you going to do?”… I felt a knot in my stomach.
I had no answer.
But one day something silly happened.
Flying back from a trip with my friends, I saw a flight attendant talking to a little girl in the aisle.
It wasn’t just the uniform.
It was confidence.
Elegance.
The way she moved, smiled, and carried herself.
I thought,
“I want that.”
But my head automatically told me,
“You’re not good enough for that.”
And I had that struggle for weeks.
Until one night I said to myself:
“What if I am worth it? What if I at least try?”
And I started searching.
I’m in today.
And I can’t explain what it feels like to put on the uniform for the first time.
To practice in a cockpit simulator.
To see yourself reflected in a mirror and think:
“It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to do with my life… it was that I hadn’t found it yet.”