Turned the last page of むらさきのスカートの女.
Have read in a row after “こちらあみ子”.
Everything is running smoothly, and it should seem that way to the outside eye, but I feel like I’ve come much closer to the hardship.
As we age, even if the concept of work itself does not change, the existence of work in my life is being transformed.
Such a perception was not very clear, even within myself, until the 40s.
It would be different for different people.