Today wasn't supposed to be my official start date, It was originally set for next Monday, I hadn't even had time to truly prepare yet.

In the afternoon, I was asked to come by to set up my workstation and casually talk about the project, Thinking it would just be a regular conversation.

When HR saw me arrive, they immediately took me to complete onboarding, Everything moved faster than I had expected.

It wasn't until I sat down to review the contract that I slowly began to realize, This was really happening. The moment I signed, my hand trembled slightly— Not out of hesitation or regret, but simply because it all happened too fast, So fast that I hadn't had time to process it yet—the fact that "I'm actually starting work now."

I never really imagined I'd end up working a traditional job. I used to think maybe I could always make money online, Without ever having to face the realities of an office workplace.

The new environment still feels unfamiliar to me, And many of the processes will take time to get used to.

This is the first time I've ever received an offer, The first time my name has been signed onto an employment contract. In that moment, there wasn't much of a sense of ceremony, Just a clear awareness—some part of my old self had quietly come to an end.

Nothing particularly special happened today, No urgent tasks were assigned, no private conversations held, Yet that sense of unease lingered, as if reminding me, From today onward, I'm officially standing within the workplace.

As I left work, I kept thinking: A shift in identity doesn't always come with a grace period. It can happen on an ordinary afternoon, just like that.

I still get nervous when facing certain situations, and there's still so much uncertainty ahead, But I know there's a long journey still to come.