Ah, days of stepping up.

There was a case that was extremely interesting, highly necessary, and felt like, 'Isn't this training completely for me?'

66-day writing x running. Abbreviated as '66-day Writing-Running'.

The content is very simple.
Post every day for 66 days.
That's all.

However, it's just every day, but it's also every day. I know very well how difficult it is to continue something every day. Writing every day is quite hard.

Although I am on my 197th day of daily updates (as of the time of writing), I have escaped into short tweets about 5 times in the past, so I don't think I've actually continued for even a month.

'This won't do.'

Daily updates aren't an obligation, and no one asked me to do them. But as someone who intends to keep living as a writer, what am I doing if I can't even do this? Is that okay? Is there any love in that?

If so, shouldn't I prove it? Shouldn't I show Mao Daichi that I, too, can post on Note every day for 66 days?

By the way, if I miss even one day, I will be mercilessly excommunicated (removed from the collaborative magazine). Humans can work harder when there is this level of tension. Fellow comrades, I look forward to working with you.

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By the way, my nephew (my sister's second son, Jiro, 4 years old) is at my house today. My sister and her husband both work, and since daycare is closed on Saturdays, he is being looked after at my parents' house, which is my home.

Jiro is, well, how should I put it, a little brat free-spirited child, so he is constantly getting nagged by Grandma (my mother). He almost leaves his lunch because he eats too many snacks, or he doesn't close the refrigerator door completely, and Grandma is having a hard time with him.

However, he is in the middle of stepping up. It's natural that there are many things he can't do. That's fine, but I want him to increase the things he can do little by little. That is what his uncle is secretly rooting for. I am looking forward to your growth, as you report loudly to Grandma right now while I'm writing this, 'I pooped!'

Thinking about that, I realized something. I'm saying all that to a 4-year-old, but what about myself? Am I striving to step up?

Gikoo!
Gigigigikoo!

That's true, adults often like to tell children this and that, but if they can't do it themselves, it lacks persuasiveness.

Children are treasures who will carry the next generation, but we in the middle generation must still do our best. Showing them how we strive is the duty of those born earlier.

Whether you are a child or an adult, life is a series of days of stepping up.

And so, the '66-Day Life Run' begins!!