After a rain comes a calm. I love the fresh air and view after a last night's rain. And I'm feeling I'm growing like a weed to the extent that most of my old friends can hardly recognize me. Yeah, I'm proud that I'm able to pay my bills and afford proper meals with my spouse. However, looking on those days back then as a boy, I used to be the shortest in my class. I didn't beome tall even in the growth spurt during a winter break. But I didn't even feel frustrated by the reward. Probably because I was not mature to put my self into mental anguish. In the meanwhile, with the full-length of my height, what can I perform to counterbalance what I've been unable to accomplish? It would be pointless to engage in strange ideas before I put them into action. On the other hand, I need to find an outlet for my energy and interests. But I'm finding myself to race against time. There is no time to waste in order to finish all items of my to-do list my whole life. Any way, why I was such a nerd remains a matter of speculation, though. One possibiity is that I was going through the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly. Now I'm aware of the emergence of new aspects of my character as the plot action proceeds. I should structure the novel in conformity with this metamorphosis. This might be the culmination of a long struggle, present through all the stages of my career. I'll go smoothly, except for a clash with the people holding power and money. I am neither self-righteous nor presumptuous. But my strong self-reliance seems to come from the overwhelming sense that I'm supported by some power outside of myself. That comes from my family members. And I'm proudly the head of this family.