The day before my 35th birthday, I coughed up blood in the company bathroom. Looking at my empty self in the mirror, I submitted my naked resignation application. In my 12-year advertising career, I became a director, exhausted my body, and became someone else's cash machine. On the first day when I returned home to be a full-time daughter, I was scolded by my mother as "worthless", my relatives said that I was "cheating on my old age", and my former boss told me that "if you leave me, you are nothing". But no one knows that there is a private message on my phone from a curator who has been looking for me for three years. I no longer rush to make plans at three o'clock in the morning, no longer look at anyone's face, and pick up the dusty paintbrush again. It turns out that the best cure is never success, but allowing yourself to be an ordinary person. The age of 35 is not the downhill slope of life, but the starting point for me to live for myself.
Intention: Allow yourself to be an ordinary person. The age of 35 is not the downhill slope of life, but the starting point for me to live for myself.