A day I learned to be a little kinder to myself

I tried making excuses that I couldn't write, but once I felt a little better, I realized I wanted to write after all.

It's been a while since I've written, so I'm not sure if I can express myself properly.

So, today, I'm just going to let my current feelings flow as I write.

Just when I thought I could see the 365-day consecutive posting streak in sight, I fell ill.

In many ways, I had been keeping myself on edge every single day.

No matter what happened, I was determined to stand on my own two feet.

I wish I had been able to plant my roots firmly enough to match that, but it seems I hadn't grown roots strong enough to support my own body.

It hasn't even been a year since I came to the town of note, but I have been spending my time here very comfortably.

note has already become a part of my daily life.

The time I spend engaging with everyone's articles is a joy.

I couldn't really reach out on my own, but being able to interact made me feel like I wasn't alone.

Because note was by my side, every day was fun and fulfilling.

It supported my real life so much that it even made me feel like I could try a little harder at my unpleasant job.

But in an instant, I became unable to do that.

I began to refuse to look at the words I typed myself, or any of the words posted in the town of note.

I couldn't even look at my smartphone screen.

Entertainment disappeared from my life.

Whenever I enter a new environment, getting sick like this is a common story for me.

When I was a new graduate, and during my last job change as well, my body would develop a fever as if to put a stop to me, since I have a tendency to push myself too hard. In both cases, it wasn't viral, and the cause was deemed unknown.

I know.

I know that this illness is a way of protecting myself.

That is precisely why I must listen to the voice of my body.

If I want to keep running in the future, I need to find a pace that suits me, and I need to know the extent to which I am overdoing it.

This malaise is for the purpose of knowing myself, and it cannot be cured just by resting.

Where, and how much, did I overdo it?

Had I become unbalanced?

While reflecting on that, it is a period spent saying, 'You did your best,' while caring for my own body, and reflecting on the times I pushed it too hard.

Maybe just a little bit more to go.

I will gently place my hands on my body and wait for my energy to recharge.

My first Monoka Kingdom.

Ever since I joined the writing club of the membership, I learned about its existence at a meeting, and I think it's already been over three months since I looked it up...?

I was supposed to have done plenty of warm-up exercises. That's strange.

And of all times, to take a break from posting articles during this warm-up season for the start dash—what a disaster.

I have no choice but to pour my thoughts, including those from the time I couldn't write, into my words.

I wonder what the theme will be?

While feeling excited and nervous, I will first focus on getting my body back in shape.

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