[Gastric Cancer Survivor Diary] 4/2 Maybe That's Just a Presumption?

A project caught my eye because it's this time of year.

What book would you like to give to someone special this spring? #1 ten thousand yen cheer campaign now underway!

My scrolling hand stopped on one of the books. A book titled "Maybe That's Just a Presumption?" by Kotaro Abe.

My association with a tiny, tiny hated thing that started around 2020. And the various divisions that occurred along with it.
I think the beginning of that division was "values." I thought maybe it was written about things like that, but this book was written about "interpretation." I must have already been making "presumptions."

It has been a long time since we started hearing about diversity and inclusion, but it is often not possible to immediately try to understand and accept things without making assumptions from the start. I have had experiences where I felt that conveying "cancer" as a personal matter is similar. I think both the person conveying it and the person receiving it need "practice," but with cancer, both conveying and being told are "one-shot deals," and it is difficult to gauge.
It is difficult to gauge.

To use an analogy for my impressions after reading it, it is like the grandmother who appears in Doraemon, in the memories of Nobita's grandmother, an impression of a book that is warm, soft, and kind.

An "invitation" called "Introduction"

The first chapter of this book, which starts from there, is about the self you don't know. The first gift you receive when you are born, your "name." It is about "topping your own name with a new interpretation." My father, who gave me my name, has passed away, so I don't know what kind of wishes he had when he gave it to me, but it is a suggestion to try adding a "interpretation" that feels good to you even to past events.

I tried it right away.

It was written in the book that it is good to use a "Kanji/Kanwa/Etymology dictionary," so I Googled it and entered my name to search 🔍

What came out was

Donut

Donut? The meaning of the kanji in my name is "
Donut?"
I was so surprised that I even forgot to take a picture, but even when I tried to find the same thing later, it didn't come up... What was that? Was it the work of another yokai...?
(See below)

The HP was definitely correct. It is not a "presumption."

I pulled myself together and tried again from the beginning.

A state of being wide and large. A state of doing things in an orderly manner.

Good! Maybe there is a meaning of donut, but (probably not), if you ask me if it feels good, it doesn't.

Anything is more pleasant when it is wide and large rather than narrow and small. A bookshelf where the sizes are aligned is more comfortable than a bookshelf where the heights are uneven. I want to be such a pleasant and comfortable self. I intend to incorporate this interpretation not by being bound by this newly added interpretation, but with a stance that it is good to have such parts as well.

What is your job?

After that, it proceeds with actual examples, such as how to rephrase your own job.

Example
Chef → Someone who can deliver smiles three times a day
Complaint phone operator → A matador over the phone
Civil servant → A stagehand for daily life

By performing positive reframing like this, don't you think you might develop an attachment to your familiar work?

By the way, if I were to rephrase my job,
I've decided to call it a "Four Heavenly Kings of Mystery Solving."

After that, along with many examples from workshops, gentle time flows, and then
a "beginning" named "Conclusion"
is how this book is brought to a close.

Lastly, here is one of the author's notes that appeared in the text.

For those who thought it was a story about illness just by looking at the title,
maybe that's just an assumption?