356. There are things that only reach others when you let them be known

From the one receiving to the one delivering
—that is how my perspective shifted over these two and a half months.

Before joining the Miyamoto Note Dojo, and who I am now

Before joining the Miyamoto Note Dojo, I used to think,
“I want to write good articles that reach the people who need them.”
If I wrote good articles, I was sure they would reach someone.

I believed that, and
I built up my words one by one with that intention.
But reality

was not as gentle as I had imagined.
For about the first half year,

even though I spent time writing,
the feeling of them reaching anyone was thin,
and sometimes I even felt

the presence of anyone on the other side of the screen to be distant.
Still, I kept writing,

wishing somewhere that “they should reach someone someday.”

(Started on February 2, 2025)

After that, at the end of July,
I saw a campaign for the marriage agency
run by Rafaela-san, who has been so kind to me,

and after talking to Kasako-san, who has also been so kind,
about the wonders of matchmaking
in “40 minutes of talk to Kindle publishing,” the failure of not being able to speak well lit a fire in me to write on note.

From August, when I was blessed with a connection to Miyamoto Shin-gan-san,
I participated in the Happy Writing Marathon,

and when I declared my 100-person active listening challenge
at the Autumnal Equinox Happy Writing Marathon,

after the New Year this year,
I was introduced by Miyamoto Shin-gan-san
as a Golden Noter,

and from there, my connections exploded, reaching 777 people, which surprised me.

Even after that, my followers increased gradually,
and I genuinely thought I had no problems at all.

However, when I was about to share the invitation
for Miyamoto Shin-gan-san’s Miyamoto Note Dojo,
I realized my true feelings.

The article from that time is here ↓
From here, I changed and transformed even more significantly.

The trigger for change

The first thing I realized after joining the Miyamoto Note Dojo
was not about writing skill, but about my “way of engaging.”

I want to be understood.
I want to be found.
I want to be loved.

I had been throwing those feelings outward
in the form of “broadcasting” for a long time.

But when I looked at what lay beneath that,
I realized for the first time that I had
“thought I was delivering, but was only waiting.”
At that moment, the tension in my shoulders eased just a little.

And I thought quietly,

“First, let me be the one to go and deliver.”

Rather than writing well,


I began to choose, little by little, to reach out and touch someone’s heart.

The world I see is changing

That was when it started.

The writing of others who were broadcasting in the same way
began to look not just like posts,
but like “each of their lives.”

From a world of reaching or not reaching,
to a world of “what each person is carrying as they stand here.”
The world itself shouldn't have changed,

but only the scenery I was seeing changed quietly.
People with various backgrounds

are weaving words in their own places.
For some reason, that fact

has come to feel very precious.

The world I want to deliver

In the midst of that, a contour was born within me.

A world where support circulates.
A world that acts from love.
A world where what overflows naturally reaches someone.

Writing that makes you take a deep, relieved breath.
Words that make your heart feel a little warmer
after you finish reading.
A presence that gently supports the next step.

I wanted to create such a world.

To the me who couldn't think “it's fine as it is now”

I had always thought somewhere,
that I couldn't do it until I was more polished.
That I couldn't do it until I had more results.
That I was not enough as I am now.

But perhaps that premise itself
was what kept me at a distance.

No matter what state you are in now,
giving yourself permission to “be happy now.”
I have come to understand little by little

that this is not something only special people can do,
but something that is actually open to everyone.

Finally

I think the reason everything in my life became material,
and I became able to laugh at every day a little bit humorously,
is because I had the time at the Miyamoto Note Dojo.

What I learned in that place
was not just “how to write,”

but that “how you exist”
becomes words as it is,
and becomes your life.

From now on, I want to quietly go and deliver words
that light a small lamp inside someone.
(Miyamoto Shin-gan-san’s site is here ↓)

A small record

And, during these two and a half months,
small changes were born not only within me,
but also on the outside.

I will leave that here
as a single record.

【The full record of one year, and the “growth” of two and a half months】

[Current status as of yesterday]

[Monthly changes]

Since the dojo started on 2026/3/23,
the data is off by half a month,
but you can feel the growth month by month.

[Weekly changes from 2026/3/23]

Looking at the numbers,
some people might feel
"I still have a long way to go."

But for me,
this is not just a result,
not "numbers that didn't reach,"
but "proof of the journey as they began to reach."

And above all,
even before the size of the numbers,
there is the certain joy
that "someone read it."

~To you who read until the end~