The Story of the Person Who Lived in the Refrigerator

Hello, this is Risa.



Today, I'd like to share a story that is a bit strange,
but one that definitely happened,
about an inhabitant inside my refrigerator.




It was a few years ago.


Back then, I still believed that
“doing everything yourself is the only way.”
Blogs, social media, landing pages,



image creation, video editing,
customer follow-ups, and brainstorming ideas.
Everything was sustained by my own passion.



…Or rather,



I believed that “if I cut corners, the love is gone.”
But one evening,



an incident occurred that made that belief crumble with a sound.
I had just returned from shopping,



and as I was stuffing groceries into the fridge as usual,
I suddenly noticed something strange.
……Something is in here.



No, it wasn't a person.



But I could definitely feel a presence.

So,



with the refrigerator door left open,
I stared intently and...
In the bottom chiller compartment,



next to a cold pack of miso,


there was a small sticky note attached.
On it,



it was written like this:
“Thanks for carrying everything on your own again today.”





“It’s about time to cool down.”

……Huh???




……No, who wrote this?



While I felt a shiver for a moment,




I opened the lid and saw—
it was the side dish I had made for myself yesterday.



Ah, I remembered.



It was the one I stuck on there in a late-night frenzy,



thinking, “so that tomorrow-me can have it a little easier.”
……Stop it, seriously.



That kind of kindness is too much like a horror movie. Haha.


But you know,





strangely, in that moment,

I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through me.
“Wait… why?




Why am I about to cry over something like this?”
I thought.


Just a sticky note.




Just a side dish.

(Though I was genuinely terrified, it was all made by yesterday-me).

When I saw those words,




I realized that having someone inside me


who cares about me
is such a comforting thing.
Well.




It is a story about a refrigerator, though (haha).
But at that time,





I suddenly thought,
“I was even trying to keep my life in cold storage.”



Since then,





I have come to treat the existence of the inhabitant in the refrigerator


as a metaphor for my heart.
In other words,




it represents things like “habits I can't let go of”

or “the version of myself that tries to manage everything with passion rather than efficiency.”
Then, one day,

I remembered these words from a mentor






I deeply respect:



“To keep the fire from going out, you need a system to arrange the firewood.



”That’s exactly it.As long as you keep throwing in firewood yourself,



it feels like you're living solely on your own stamina,


but true warmth
is born from a system that keeps the fire burning,


isn't it?
When you hear the word automation,
it might sound mechanical and cold,




but it is actually the opposite;
it is an invisible arrangement of firewood
to protect your precious warmth.


For example,
a single auto-reply.
A single step-email sequence.




A single database template.
Just by having those,
your “mental inventory” decreases significantly.
Actually, I myself



have had moments where I felt my “mental firewood” was protected
by setting up these systems.





For instance, recently.
I wake up in the morning, walk my dog,
brew coffee in my favorite mug,




and then when I casually open my smartphone,


I see a notification from a reader

who signed up


via the step-email that arrived during the night.Looking at that one email,I suddenly thought,“The me from a few days ago



is helping the me of today.”
It was the same even when I was traveling.



At a hot spring inn in Oita that I visited on a whim.
In the morning light,

while sipping tea on the veranda,



and blankly thinking,



“Why are hot spring eggs


so gentle…?”



A notification of a completed application.



Ah.



Even if I’m not doing anything right now,the words that the past-me deliveredare working properly.



When I thought that,
that hot spring egg
felt three times more delicious than usual. Haha.
Then,



in a seaside town in Spain
that I visited on an overseas trip,
when I checked my email at a cafe early in the morning



with an egg tart in hand,
there again were



sales notifications quietly piling up.

Even when I am savoringa foreign morning,on the other side of the screen,there is someone



who thought, “I want you to deliver this.”
That sense of security


made me think, “It’s okay to truly live in this very moment.”
Money,
isn't just a number, is it?



It can be received as an extension
of properly valuing yourself.
Of course,





it was a series of trial and error until I set up the flow.
But now,



my day starts from “margin” rather than “sales.”
I take a quiet deep breath every morning




in gratitude for that.
Because I can think, “This flow is fine,”


without having to check every little thing,
margin is created in my heart.



And within that margin,
for the first time, I can think carefully





about what I truly want to deliver.
In other words,
automation is not “efficiency,”




it is “creating emotional margin.”
I will say it one more time.
It is wonderful to do your best on your own



so the fire doesn't go out.
But if you keep






throwing in firewood with all your might,



it is your own heart that will burn out.




That is why,
the “inhabitant of the refrigerator” inside youmight say this to you once more:
“You don't have to carry it all, it’s okay.”“The system exists



so that you can be yourself.”
If today,
you feel like, “I’m trying so hard, but I’m suffocating,”



then that is surely



a sign to set up a system.






So that you can be warmer, kinder,
and focus on what you truly want to deliver.


Arrange the firewood of your heart,
and slowly, without letting the fire go out.Because the day will surely comewhen that becomes the light that illuminates your future.




〜End Roll〜
Well, with that said,



thank you for reading until the end today.

Please feel free to share your thoughts and output,
I look forward to them.

With just one PC,over 1 million yen per month.
A life not bound by time, place, or even human relationships.

Even for me, who is now in the “center of that freedom,”
there was a time I couldn't escape.


In my teens and twenties, it was constant self-denial.
Suffering from an eating disorder while struggling to live,

I lost count of the nights I thought,
“Maybe I can't go on anymore.”


But one day,
I encountered a “system that automatically generates revenue”.


What I wanted back then—something that accumulates in the future in proportion to my efforts—
was there.
A life where I can choose and live for myself.

I am currently offering a book that summarizes that trajectory

as a limited-time 【
free gift】.“I wish I had known sooner,”

“My way of thinking has completely changed.”
Such voices are still reaching me today.
If you


are wishing to “change something somewhere,”
I hope this encounter

will be the catalyst for that.