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- 12 Dec, 2025 *
It’s Day 57 and the day is going to pass in 90 minutes. I haven’t thought of what I should write today.
I updated my resume these two days. I had a really really deep review of my career and my life and found that, maybe I underestimated myself for too long. Those numbers and performance tell me that I’m not as awful as I think.
I thought about it deeply.
It’s already 8 "I"s in this little essay, the bad habit came back at me. But who cares? I’m writing whatever I am thinking now. Just to keep the counting going.
This is the shortest one.