🌙 English Translation
Good evening.
It’s been a while,
but tonight,
I’ve returned.
Here,
back to this place—
back to my blog.
This month,
I celebrated my birthday.
I finally turned 49.
Almost half a century.
I’ve lived that long.
A miracle, really.
And now,
as I’m sitting here writing,
I’m right in the middle of a three-day work week.
If I go to work tomorrow,
I’ll have a day off.
So tonight,
I decided to open my laptop.
(´∀｀)☆
A lot has happened lately.
On work days,
I stop by a Starbucks near the office
and spend time writing down all the thoughts swirling in my head,
letting the words calm my heart.
In the early cold morning air,
I leave home by bicycle,
transfer trains,
and make my way to that Starbucks.
At first,
even the commute felt overwhelming.
I was pushing through with pure willpower—
it was exhausting.
But day by day,
like connecting little dots,
I kept going,
trying not to take too many breaks,
just one dot at a time.
For the past month and a half,
I worked steadily, quietly.
And now,
I finally feel a little bit of space inside me,
enough to sit here with my PC.
Since I paused my blog for a while,
maybe my writing has gotten rusty?👀
I even feel a bit clumsy putting sentences together again (´∀｀)💦
But there is joy in being able to write again.
Before, when evening came
and I opened my computer,
I wanted to write.
I was ready.
But after starting work,
my balance shifted.
My energy changed.
That’s why
it feels so precious
to be able to write like this.
I’m just… happy.
Happy to be back.
Happy I can show up here again.
Maybe,
just maybe,
I can start blogging again little by little?
That possibility appeared tonight.
It might sound odd—
nearing 50,
after spending years unable to work due to illness and other circumstances,
I finally reentered society.
Now I feel how tough working can be.
But within that challenge,
there are moments of joy, too.
And I think
I can find those joys
because I’ve kept writing here all these years.
You can’t put that on a resume,
but it feels like a life skill.
A skill for surviving.
Today during my break,
I walked outside,
watched the leaves begin to change color,
looked up at the sky,
and caught the scent of something delicious coming from a nearby shop—
my nose wiggling like a little animal.
It was difficult to get through the day,
but I realized something:
Here I am, living,
in the middle of the city.
And I think that’s amazing.
(´∀｀)
I hope we can meet here again tomorrow.
May tomorrow be a gentle day.
May you be well.
And may I be well, too.
(´∀｀)💗
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