Mountains, the Sky, and a Small Light | My Work-Life Balance

On my way home from work, I suddenly look up at the sky.
The green of the mountains has deepened, and the ridgeline stands out clearly.

The shapes of the clouds are changing slowly.
When I notice such quiet changes, something deep inside my chest gently unravels.

My work is quiet, with no waves or wind.
Yet, it does not necessarily fulfill my heart.
Just days flowing by, calmly and indifferently.

In the midst of that, only the time I spend creating
shines upon me like a small light.

Spinning words for note or picture books,
I am currently challenging myself in the romance novel category of the Creative Awards.

A world of a 20,000-character novel, something I have never written before.
But those moments spent spinning words
make my heart burn with passion.

The distance between me and my family has also changed little by little.
Before, I chased after what I 'should' do,
and my feelings were moved only by my family and household matters.

I was always looking for the answer to what was right.
Instead of worrying about how my husband or mother felt,
I am learning to ask myself about my own feelings.
I feel like I am finally able to do that, little by little.

I still don't have much time to myself,
but even so, just by feeling the scent of the wind,
there are moments when my heart takes a deep breath.

That single moment gently protects the stillness within me.

Work-life balance isn't about
chasing after grand ideals,
but rather, like the time spent spinning words like this, it is about quietly placing
a stillness that ignites my passion into my daily life.

The accumulation of those moments gently organizes my life.