Saturday night is the time to pass the margin where light and wind enter into Sunday🐉

🌙A place to unwind tonight❀Member Introduction🌙

King's "Miracle Lucky Cult" article is not just a joke.

Even though you can't help but laugh the moment you start reading it, by the end, the very fact of "living here and now" starts to look a little more precious. It is a piece with such a mysterious power. King, who calls himself the cult leader and public relations officer, talks all at once on a scale that is too grand, from the Big Bang of the universe to the galaxy, Earth, humanity, the birth of the Japanese people, and the miracle that you are reading this article on your smartphone at this very moment.

It's amazing because even though you laugh at the energetic way he messes around, you realize that you are being made to think, "Indeed, just being here might be an incredible miracle."

The probability of winning the first prize in a lottery 100 times in a row and then being struck by lightning three times in a row on the way home⚡ Even though such absurd metaphors pop up, the aftertaste is somehow light and warm.

I think that's surely because King doesn't just want to make people laugh, but wants to give the reader a little bit of "it's okay."

When someone who can talk about difficult and deep topics messes around with all their might like this, it has an effect that goes beyond just a joke.

Moreover, the teachings of this cult are very simple. That you, who are here now, are already a sufficiently miracle-lucky existence.

And that it creates a little margin for you to laugh in your day.

"Just pressing the Like button will increase your luck"Even that solicitation turns into a gentle joke while you are reading it.On days when you are tired, on days when your feelings are stiff, there are times when you are saved by this kind of light humor rather than serious encouragement.

You don't have to believe it, you don't have to take it seriously, but you can laugh a little and feel a little more at ease. King's Miracle Lucky Cult is a place for gentle jokes offered at such an exquisite temperature.

After reading it, you find yourself thinking for no reason, "Well, maybe I'm a little lucky today." That effect is perhaps

the most amazing thing about this cult.

sc_fun's "The reason I gave myself the title of note monetization support" is a piece that gently snuggles up to such wavering of a writer.

When you keep writing on note, there are moments when you suddenly stop deep in your heart, aren't there? You want to make your experience useful to someone someday. You want to try paid articles as well.

But on the other hand, I think anxiety also shows its face, wondering if it will look like a sales pitch, if I will be disliked if I talk about money, or if my words really have any value.

That hesitation is by no means a weakness. I think it's because you've written it with care that you can't offer it easily.

The monetization discussed here is not just about selling paid articles. It is about preparing the entrance to be read, choosing words that reach the reader, and shaping your experiences and thoughts into a form that the other party can receive with peace of mind.

While also utilizing AI, it is about lightening the burden and hesitation of writing a little, and continuing to transmit without carrying too much alone.

It gently teaches us that paid articles, job requests, and supported transmissions will naturally lead from there.

What remains in my heart in particular is that monetization is not treated as something special that is separated from the transmissions up to now.
Daily realizations, failure stories, experiences, interactions with readers, small ingenuity that you thought was natural.

Within that, there are buds of value necessary for someone. Just by being able to think that, I think that even those who felt "it's still too early for me" might want to believe in their own words a little bit.

Of course, it is also important to look at the numbers. However, there is always a reader before the numbers.

People who read, people who care, people who want to read again. A path to effortless monetization is born after carefully accumulating those relationships.

sc_fun's words gently place a hand on the writer's back so as not to forget that order.

Not to sell, but so that the value within you can properly reach those who need it.

This article is a guidepost that warmly tells those who keep writing on note"Meaning has already sprouted in your transmissions, too."After reading it, you will want to treat your own words with a little more care. It is a piece with such a gentle power📗

Riko's "My first note | Self-introduction" is not just an article to convey about herself.

Riko-san, who has been prone to fevers since she was little and has lived for a long time with ailments that are hard for those around her to understand—such as headaches, hives, dizziness, lethargy, migraines, and hearing loss—

gently offers her journey to someone who has suffered in the same way,“You are not alone.”This is a piece that reaches out like that.

It is not a serious illness. But she gets sick easily. Waking up in the morning to go to school, attending classes until the end, continuing to work.

Things that seem natural to many people have never been easy for Riko-san.

Surely, she must have carried the loneliness of not being understood and the regret of having to rest again many times.

That is precisely why this writing has the sincerity of someone who does not force themselves to pretend to be energetic.
What Riko-san is trying to deliver is not a perfect health regimen. It is not about teaching from above as an expert, but a kindness that hands over her experience, saying, “This is how I struggled, and this is what I tried.”

Days when she couldn't let go of medicine, herbal medicine, Pilates, yoga, and a life she has gradually adjusted by listening to her own body.

There is wisdom rooted in daily life there, which is believable precisely because it is not a flashy success story.

And the reason for starting her note also warms the heart. While delivering the basics for free, she wants to try paid content for articles with high passion or educational value.

Starting with 100 yen, buying a pudding as a small reward for herself.
If sales increase, castella for her family, and someday a donation to the facility that took care of her.
Riko-san's personality shines through in the way she connects to gratitude, starting from familiar joys rather than shouting about big dreams.

Riko-san's words will surely reach those who have blamed themselves for their unstable physical condition quietly. You don't have to be strong. It's okay to have days when you can't do as much as others.

You just need to know your own body and live while gradually coming to terms with it. Riko-san's health-care note is a warm starting place that gently relaxes the reader's heart in that way.

Ayumi Sekai's self-introduction is not just an article to introduce her background and activities.

After experiencing four and a half years of withdrawal and fighting illness, losing confidence, and overcoming days that felt like time had stopped, she is once again bringing small excitements back into her life.

This is a piece that conveys that journey quietly, yet warmly📚
Ayumi Sekai, who works in accounting at a company and creates manga using AI.

She writes of herself as a “clumsy person,” but behind those words lies the strength of someone who continues to experiment even if it is not perfect.

Writing a list of 100 things she wants to do in life, continuing it for over 10 years, and fulfilling over 150 wishes.

Amazon Kindle overall ranking #1, harvesting 719 potatoes, photographing wild dolphins, traveling abroad, limousine experience, publishing AI manga, winning awards at art exhibitions, mangrove planting, and marrying someone she has liked for a long time.

They all look like bright and fun achievements, but behind them is the earnest light of someone who has gradually moved the time that had stopped.

However, what really stays in the heart about this self-introduction is that it doesn't end with “I achieved this much.”

There are advantages to chasing what you want to do. But there are also fatal flaws.

Ayumi Sekai's sincerity lies in the fact that she is going to write little by little about the realizations she has gained precisely because she has continued for over 10 years.

Perhaps happiness is not determined solely by the number of things achieved in life. Even so, by writing down even one “I want to try this,” the scenery of today can change just a little, can't it?

Ayumi Sekai's note seems to be a place that will gently add small excitements to the reader's life catalog.

Even in time that felt like it had stopped, there are moments when it starts moving again. You don't have to be perfect, you can walk while being lost, and you can walk while experimenting.

Ayumi Sekai's self-introduction is a warm starting piece that gently unties the reader's heart in that way, making you want to place a small hope in your own life once again🍀

Moto Usu-murasaki's “Aslan Soul Chronicle”

The first episode is not just a story about going to another world📚

Swallowed by an explosive light pouring down from the heavens, Shoma disappeared from the modern world, body and all. What awaited him there was not an end, but an all-too-earnest beginning where only the soul survives.

The place he woke up in was a sea of a different dimension dyed in crimson. And the body Shoma's soul reached was that of a boy named Aslan, who was being drawn toward the underworld.

Two souls in one body. The cries of wanting to live overlap,“In any form, I will survive.”It turns into a determination that is like a prayer.

From that moment on, this story moves not just as an adventure, but as a story of rebirth that bets on life and soul.

The first episode“A Hand Was Reached Out to the Beautiful Blue”is very fantastical from the beginning. A black throne, the white of explosive light, black flowers blooming like line drawings, and a single drop falling into a clear blue sky.

Each word rises like a scene, taking us who are reading it little by little outside of reality.

It is scary, yet beautiful. It is quiet, yet somehow overwhelming. I think that atmosphere is the charm of Moto Usu-murasaki's fantasy.

However, what really stays in the heart about this work is not just the beauty of the worldview. Even if it is no longer your own body, you still live. No matter what fate awaits, you swear to each other that you will never die again.

“I want to continue to exist.”There is a cry of the soul.
For those who like fantasy, of course, and for those who are attracted to stories of resisting fate or stories where life that should have been lost rises again, it will surely reach you.

Where will Shoma and Aslan head beyond the blue that Moto Usu-murasaki depicts? After finishing the first episode, it is a hot opening that makes you want to reach for the next page📚

Mami Akimoto's words of love hold a quiet lingering tone that remains after the cherry blossoms.

When I read Mami-san's articles, I feel that love may not always begin as a big event, but something that quietly enters the heart through the gaps of the seasons.

Someone I met during the cherry blossom season.

However, the cherry blossoms have already scattered in the city where I live, and I see cherry blossoms still blooming in a place a little further north.

The figure of the person encountered in that scene, even just in the public portion, seems to be wrapped in an atmosphere that is very faint and somehow unforgettable.

The reason for talking so much was that there was no one else to talk to.

Even though it is written that way, I feel that deep within those words, a movement of the heart that does not end in mere coincidence quietly seeps through.

Even when faced with words that seemed to put a little distance between us, my heart was strangely calm.

In a situation where one would usually feel shaken, the feeling that nothing was stirred might draw you in a little as well.

And the single remark made as we were leaving: "Shall I take you home?"

In that brief exchange, there is a delicate lingering feeling, one that is perhaps too early to call love, yet something has certainly begun.

Mami-san's writing gently places the wind, the cherry blossoms, and the silence of that moment right before the reader.

It is a piece that makes you want to quietly turn the page to see what kind of feelings are written beyond this point.

This article by Ao-san is an introduction to a paid note that shifts the perspective on GPTs from "something you make just because" to "something you design according to a purpose and connect to results."

It seems like a very reassuring gateway for those who are interested in AI but get tired just chasing technical terms, or for those who find it hard to carve out dedicated study time amidst their main job, housework, and childcare. There is a desire to learn AI. But I don't know where to start. I want to try making GPTs, but my hands stop when I face the settings screen. For such people, I feel a practical kindness typical of Ao-san in the way the article attempts to guide them through creating high-performance GPTs in a format where they can follow along while watching a video. What is valued in this article is not just making GPTs, but the initial



"design"



way of thinking. What role should it answer as? In what order should it think? In what format should it output? And what should it avoid? By setting such a foundation, you reduce the inconsistency of answers and move closer to a more stable GPT. Even just reading the public part, I have the impression that it is built quite carefully so that beginners do not get lost. What is even more attractive is that it does not view GPTs merely as a time-saving tool. By turning your own way of thinking and know-how into the form of a GPT, you can give readers and customers an "experience" rather than an "explanation." By having them try it for free, you can build trust before selling. That idea seems like a big hint even for those who are posting on note or social media. It also touches on bonuses and future developments, and you can feel a design that allows you to expand your learning even after purchase. Of course, I think it is best to choose whether it is necessary according to each person's purpose and situation. Even so, for those who want to gradually set up a system for posting, attracting customers, and monetizing using GPTs, Ao-san's article seems to be a guide that makes the first step concrete. You don't have to carry the burden of difficult AI learning alone. First, imitate, run it, and gradually make it your own system. It is a beginner-friendly piece that shows you that path 📚

Sakura Papa's night words gently protect a heart that doesn't need to decide.

When reading Sakura Papa's note, I feel that one doesn't have to force an answer during the night time.

There are nights when you were able to move around somehow during the day, but the moment you get into bed, only your head becomes busy, right?

The future.

Money.

Work.

Relationships with others.

There may be nights when you feel like you should think about these things, but the more you think, the heavier they become, and you end up feeling exhausted without making any progress at all.

I feel that Sakura Papa's writing quietly places the thought that you don't have to decide right now for someone like you.

He doesn't tell you to be positive, either.

He doesn't tell you that this is the answer, either.

He simply sits quietly beside you, suggesting that since the night is a time when we tend to view things a bit more heavily, perhaps you don't need to reach a conclusion right away.

Even on days when you spent most of the time sleeping.

Even on nights when nothing happened.

Even on nights when you worked hard, yet somehow feel unfulfilled.

Having a place where you can leave that day as it is, without blaming yourself, might be more of a salvation than you think.

Even if it looks like nothing has progressed, perhaps some part of you is recovering.

Even on a day when nothing happened, it might have been a peaceful day.

Even if you have a night where you feel unfulfilled despite it being a 100-point day, that might be okay too.

As you read in that way, the things that were tense inside you seem to loosen up just a little bit.

Sakura Papa's note is a place that seems to gently hand you a margin where you don't have to make judgments, for you who tend to overthink at night.

It's enough for tonight.

You will want to come back again to the words that make you feel that way.

The self-introduction of the 'Ara-Kan' (around 60) Financial Planner gives back a gentle meaning to a life that has taken many detours.

Reading the self-introduction of the 'Ara-Kan' FP, I feel that life is such that even events that seemed like failures at the time later connect with a different meaning.

Raised in the downtown area of Osaka, working at a department store, a tax accountant's office, and now at the current company.

Quitting early because you felt you weren't suited for sales, and nearly having your heart broken at a grueling tax accountant's office—those times must have been painful.

However, meeting your wife at that department store, and the tax and financial knowledge gained at the tax accountant's office, all lead to your current work and obtaining the Grade 1 FP certification.

It is truly a journey where the saying 'human affairs are like a horse in the stable' (a blessing in disguise) quietly overlaps.

As retirement approaches, I am moved by the sight of you facing the lingering feeling of unfinished business stuck in your throat and diving into the swamp of studying for the Grade 1 FP.

I imagine that relearning as you get older brought anxieties different from those you had when you were young.

Even so, the time you spent continuing to learn with the desire to have confidence and responsibility in your own words possesses a genuine, quiet strength.

Not just talking about money, but also wanting to write about failures, painful memories, grumbling in Kansai dialect, and even short stories—this also reveals the human touch that is so characteristic of the 'Ara-Kan' FP.

Meeting 'note' and realizing your desire to write.

The words that you want to continue this as a lifelong hobby, taking it easy, are also very warm.

The 'Ara-Kan' FP's 'note' is a place that gently teaches you, who have worked too hard, that the time spent taking detours was also properly a part of your life.

Dandan Arigato @Meju-san's creation story lights up the voice of the soul at the beginning of the world.

Reading Chapter Zero: The Logic of Creation by Dandan Arigato @ Meju-san, I feel that even in the silence before the story begins, a deep breath already resides.

A world filled not with darkness, but only with a silence that has yet to be named.

There, the dragon of the earth is born, the flow of time is born, and eventually, a single voice is offered to the distortions of a world that even the gods cannot touch directly.

The way it begins is so grand, yet somehow as quiet as a prayer.

As you read on, I am sure you will also feel that this is not just text explaining the setting, but that you are witnessing the very moment a world truly begins to breathe.

Kouetsu was born as a being who listens to the pain of the earth, accepts the fraying of time, and touches the trembling of souls.

That voice is depicted not only as something that heals, but at times as something that burns, pierces, and forces a choice for the future.

Kindness alone is not enough to support the world.

Yet, without a voice to listen to the pain, the world would unravel.

I feel such a deep tension flowing through the depths of this creation myth.

Even though it is the beginning of a story, the fact that loneliness, will, and the premonition of reunion are already placed there shows the depth of structure characteristic of Dandan Arigato @ Meju-san.

Where will these two souls meet, and to what layers will the world progress from here?

It is a profound and beautiful piece that makes you feel as if you are standing quietly at that entrance.

Joey Boio's stories quietly illuminate even the parts of ourselves that remain deep within unfulfilled love.

Reading Joey Boio's 'The Future of Ziploc,' I feel that memories of love do not just leave behind feelings for the other person,

but also gently seal away the weaknesses, vanity, and immaturity of one's self at that time that one could not yet admit to.

Love in one's youth seems straightforward, but in reality, it is very complex, isn't it?

In the time spent gazing at someone you loved, you sometimes suddenly realize that you were a version of yourself who wanted to look even a little bit better in front of them.

While being drawn to the other person's radiance, there are also times when that very radiance illuminates your own silhouette.

The reason Joey Boio's writing strikes so deeply is that it doesn't simply repackage that pain as a pretty memory of love.

What was the me of that time looking at?

What was I trying to protect?

What was I averting my eyes from?

I feel that instead of trying to force those questions into order, I am gently re-accepting them as the person I am now, with time having passed.

The words we tried to keep going even after becoming long-distance, gradually becoming nothing more than empty forms.

Even if we reunite, we can never return to the same place.

The reality that we had already drifted apart by the time we realized it often lingers much more deeply than the moment of parting, doesn't it?

This work possesses a stillness that gently gazes at time that can no longer be returned to.

If it had continued, perhaps there would have been a different kind of pain.

But perhaps it is precisely because it ended that there was a gentle presence that remained without breaking.

While holding onto that lingering resonance, the phrase 'Ziploc future' in the title quietly returns to my heart later on.

It seems that the future the me of that time wanted to believe in, the true feelings I couldn't fully show in front of the other person, and even memories I know will hurt a little if I open them again, are all left behind there.

Don't you also have feelings that didn't disappear because they ended, but instead remained in a different form after they were over?

Joey Boio's stories do not rush to turn the conclusion of love into a correct answer.

It is precisely because time has passed that I can now look back at the me of that time with a little more kindness.

It gently takes you to such a place.

What remains after finishing the read is not just a love that didn't come to pass.

I think it is a deep kindness toward yourself, for having stood as best you could beside that love.

The words of Ru/Harenoito teach us how to find the treasures sleeping within our daily lives.

When reading Ru/Harenoito's note, I feel that life is not just about neatly arranged words, but something that gradually deepens in flavor through events that make you laugh, your own slightly clumsy self, and encounters with others.

In the self-introduction—or rather, 'accident-introduction'—the contours of the person that is Ru are laid out entirely: words touching on their own traits, the atmosphere of the kitchen where they sing and dance while cooking, the attachment to the car named Patrasche, and even the sensitivity that makes the word 'perfect' feel like a blade turned only toward oneself.

Even though it is written brightly, one can feel the depth of a person who has gradually learned how to live with themselves beneath the surface.

That is precisely why I believe Ru's writing leaves something in the heart after the joy of reading it with a smile.

In 'The Shy Tokachi Stone,' the search for obsidian in Hokkaido transforms from a journey of finding stones into an experience where the way of seeing the world changes.

Monkichi-san was not a person who taught the correct answers, but someone who found the fun in things together with others.

Even for children who picked up stones that were not obsidian, he would find the origins and characteristics of those stones.

By encountering that gaze, what were thought to be just ordinary stones transformed into existences holding the memories of volcanoes and the time carried by rivers.

And in HARENOITO, there is another story passed from Ru's hands to someone else.

Tying a name that has just been born onto an obi that has passed through someone's special day.

What exists there is not just a record, but I believe it is a prayer that brings together a past day of celebration and a life about to begin on a single piece of fabric.

The memory of hands passed down from your grandmother, who was a master of kimono dressing, to your mother, who was skilled at sewing, and now to you, Ru, is being passed on to the time of a new family in the form of a naming certificate.

Ru/Harenoito's note is a place that is lively, free, slightly clumsy, and yet, at its core, deeply cherishes people and things.

Reading it makes you think that perhaps there are treasures in your own daily life that have not yet been named.

Akaneko Biyori's words remind us to live while resting like a cat.

Even after getting through major life events, it sometimes takes a little while for the heart to catch up, doesn't it?

There was a time when you faced stage 4 malignant lymphoma at 30, and after six months of chemotherapy, you progressed to complete remission.

Since then, events involving changes in your mental state, lifestyle, work milestones, and family structure have continued to overlap.

In the midst of that, a time continues where you are gradually turning your eyes toward your inner self, which you had left behind until now.

In Akaneko Biyori's writing, there is an integrity that does not try to rush that time into something positive.

Without making the painful things seem larger than they were, yet without pretending they never happened, one can feel the depth of the time spent gradually re-accepting one's own life.

The ones who were by your side were the cats.

The sight of cats sleeping, relaxing, and spending time as they please, I think, was a presence that taught us more deeply than words that it is okay for humans to rest more, and that not every day has to be about achieving something.

I feel that the name Akaneko Biyori carries the weight of the desire to look at how you will walk from here on out, while being saved by cats and learning from their ways.

The fact that, starting from your encounter with a counselor who supported you, you have now begun to learn so that you too can be involved in a place where someone can take a breath, also leaves a very strong impression.

That seems to be a wish not just to gain a title, but to understand yourself and create a place where people carrying unspeakable pain can talk with just a little more peace of mind.

Overcoming the 13 years you couldn't write novels, and having your words return on note.

The dream of one day giving shape to stories that stand by those who find life difficult, or a photo book of cats traveling through the seasons.

I believe each one of those things is an important light that supports Akaneko Biyori's present.

Akaneko Biyori's note is a place that tells you, who are tired of trying so hard, that it is okay to live while resting like a cat.

It is a self-introduction that makes you feel, after finishing reading, that you don't have to rush to recover, and that it is okay to spend today at your own pace.

Coach KAO's words are a gateway that makes you want to believe in the possibilities of life once again.

Reading Coach KAO's self-introduction, you feel that even if there is a time when you feel like life has fallen behind somewhere, you can still face your own possibilities once more from that point.

Coach KAO, who is 67 years old and has been an active coach for 20 years.

In that figure, the certainty of someone who has accumulated experience overlaps with the soft strength of someone who continues to learn even now.

Before turning 40, when child-rearing had settled down a bit, there was a time when she worried deeply about how she would live from then on.

In the days spent as a full-time housewife, the words about not being able to imagine herself creating something in society might make you nod in the depths of your heart as well.

From there, she acquired the qualification of a Labor and Social Security Attorney and stepped onto a new path in the form of independence.

Because it was not a well-paved road from the start, I think that the coaching she encountered along the way became a major turning point for Coach KAO.

What is very impressive is that the time spent as a full-time housewife also rises up with meaning later on.

The experience of raising children was not a time of doing nothing, but led to the power to nurture, wait, watch over, and build relationships with people.

In the process of realizing that, there is a warmth that accepts and re-evaluates one's past self without denying it.

It was not that there was no anxiety when advancing as an executive coach or system coach.

Even so, the experience of challenging herself and being recognized turns into the realization that it is okay for me to be who I am.

That journey might gently reach you, who are currently hesitating to take a new step.

The belief that Coach KAO cherishes, that people are beings full of possibilities.

Those words are conveyed not so much as encouragement, but as a realization that she has verified for herself over a long period of time.

Coach KAO's note is a self-introduction that gently reminds you that you still have unopened possibilities within you, without being bound by age or past roles.

Ume Koume's kingfisher photos make even the waiting time look beautiful 📷

Reading Ume Koume's articles, I feel that wild bird photography is not just about capturing birds, but an experience where the way you see everyday life gradually changes.

It started with the desire to capture a child's sports day, leading to a full-frame camera, using a Z6, and eventually moving to a Nikon Z9.

From there, eyes turned toward familiar wild birds, realizing that there are many birds around in daily life that were once thought to be just sparrows and crows.

The joy of continuing photography shines through in this shift in perspective.

And then, the kingfisher encountered at a local park.

The joy of the moment it was found, and the difficulty of trying to photograph it, only to find it small, quick, and not behaving as expected.

Because both exist, Ume Koume's photography records have a depth of time that cannot be seen in a single successful shot.

With a Nikon Z9 and a 600mm lens in hand, within the limited time of raising children, precious weekend time is directed toward the kingfisher.

From that figure, one can feel the straightforward passion that only someone who has encountered something they love possesses.

Kingfishers do not fly according to our convenience.

Light, distance, the water's surface, the bird's movement, the camera's response, and the time one can spend there.

Only when many conditions overlap does the moment before your eyes remain as a photograph.

In Ume Koume's articles, there is a warmth that accepts that difficulty not just as a struggle, but as the joy of heading toward the next shot.

The attitude of wanting to talk about AF, peripheral equipment, and even the reasons for continuing to use Nikon shows an inquisitive mind that does not end photography with just the results.

Whether you are a photography lover, a wild bird enthusiast, or someone standing at the entrance of the gear rabbit hole, Ume Koume's note is a place that gently delivers the deep joy that the hobby of photography holds.

Hanae Kozuki's self-introduction is an entrance where the time she has spent continuing to draw returns to her work once more.

Reading Hanae Kozuki's self-introduction, I feel that the things we love are not always days we can proudly talk about to others,

but that they can sometimes continue to grow within us for a long time as things we cannot let go of, even while we are lost.

The time spent drawing since elementary school, placing the world born within her onto paper, little by little.

While she had the desire to become a manga artist, it took time to place that feeling at the center of her life, and while she chose other jobs, she remained connected to creation in her heart, didn't she?

However, through every period, she could not let go of drawing manga.

I feel that this speaks more than anything else to Hanae Kozuki's passion for creation.

There is a journey of having gone out into society wanting to change her shyness, experiencing many jobs, and while struggling in her interactions with people, searching for her own way forward each time.

Flowing through the text is gratitude toward the friends who supported her, and a warmth that tries to accept her own clumsiness without blaming herself entirely.

The words about having nearly 300 filled notebooks carry the depth of time spent facing the stories within her, not for anyone else to see.

Don't you also have something that you couldn't help but continue for some reason?

With a pen tablet in hand, facing Clip Studio, and accumulating time where things don't go as planned, I feel that the desire not to let the works within her sleep forever is gradually coming to the fore.

It is not just the momentum of youth, but because she has lived through various days, I think the meaning of facing her work once again has deepened.

Hanae Kozuki's note is not a completed success story, but an entrance where someone who has continued to draw is about to pass their work on to the outside world.

Reading it, it is a self-introduction that makes you want to gently reach out to the things you love that are sleeping within you, even now.

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Saturday night is a time to leave space for light and breeze to enter Sunday🐉

Having reached Saturday night, you have already done enough to get through today.

Whether you are off today or working, you have truly done a great job.

Today is also Sunshine Rights Day.
Tonight, it is okay not to try to organize everything for tomorrow.

Whether it is your room, your schedule, or your heart.
If you can leave just a little bit of space for light and breeze to reach your Sunday self, that is enough.
You do not have to tidy everything up.

If there is an entrance where a little bit of tension can be released, tomorrow morning will surely begin gently.

What kind of space for light would you like to leave for your Sunday self tonight?

🌙↓This is an explanatory article for this plan↓🌙

🍀Thank you so much for your warm support🍀