Every Day Is A Beautiful Day đź’š
I won't be able to listen to any Neil Young today. So to everyone who will not hear my cough today while watching a concert, “you are welcome.” Not that I have any strength to go to LI today.
I want to apologize to my couch for using a makeshift desk. I find it difficult to sit at the desk for long periods, especially when I have a fever. Since English is my second language, I often need additional tools like a pen, notebook, and highlighter while reading. Fortunately, there aren’t too many words I struggle with, but I dislike missing even a single word in a chapter. Or maybe write down a thing or two that I want to remember.
This is the first book of its kind that I'm reading—maybe the second—but let's be honest: Who doesn't feel stuck after the age of 40? I don't think admitting that makes us failures, nor do I believe that feeling this way means we are unaccomplished. After turning 40, we often undergo significant changes. We reevaluate our lives, career choices, and relationships. Where do we go from there? I spent 40 years with a certain mindset, but I am not that same person anymore. How do we adapt to change over time and embrace the new version of ourselves?
When I was in my twenties and felt lost, I felt lost. When I feel lost now, I go and learn something new.
P.S. I had a thought yesterday. For the past six days, I've been passing by the bus stop where I used to switch buses to go to high school. Each time I saw that bus making a turn, I was reminded of late August in 1997. At that time, I had no idea what the coming September would bring. One can never really know. However, starting that year and over the years, I fell in love with autumn, particularly from late October onward. I wasn't aware of that in late August 1997. I still believe that sometimes, you never know what, who, or where you might fall in love with, just a few weeks or months away.
Every Day Is A Beautiful Day đź’š
I won't be able to listen to any Neil Young today. So to everyone who will not hear my cough today while watching a concert, “you are welcome.” Not that I have any strength to go to LI today.
I want to apologize to my couch for using a makeshift desk. I find it difficult to sit at the desk for long periods, especially when I have a fever. Since English is my second language, I often need additional tools like a pen, notebook, and highlighter while reading. Fortunately, there aren’t too many words I struggle with, but I dislike missing even a single word in a chapter. Or maybe write down a thing or two that I want to remember.
This is the first book of its kind that I'm reading—maybe the second—but let's be honest: Who doesn't feel stuck after the age of 40? I don't think admitting that makes us failures, nor do I believe that feeling this way means we are unaccomplished. After turning 40, we often undergo significant changes. We reevaluate our lives, career choices, and relationships. Where do we go from there? I spent 40 years with a certain mindset, but I am not that same person anymore. How do we adapt to change over time and embrace the new version of ourselves?
When I was in my twenties and felt lost, I felt lost. When I feel lost now, I go and learn something new.
P.S. I had a thought yesterday. For the past six days, I've been passing by the bus stop where I used to switch buses to go to high school. Each time I saw that bus making a turn, I was reminded of late August in 1997. At that time, I had no idea what the coming September would bring. One can never really know. However, starting that year and over the years, I fell in love with autumn, particularly from late October onward. I wasn't aware of that in late August 1997. I still believe that sometimes, you never know what, who, or where you might fall in love with, just a few weeks or months away.