I didn’t take a shower but just washed up this morning because I needed to let the caulk dry.

Somebody almost started a fire at the side of the church. I didn’t actually think the church caught fire—it just didn’t feel real. Since it was the first time something like that happened, it threw me off. I didn’t have enough time to rest or do the things I usually do before the service. Come to think of it, was it all because I went to bed late last night? Probably. The projector screen didn’t come down, so I just used the wall instead. It was already hot and humid in the morning. Things didn’t go smoothly, so I couldn’t stay focused.

I kept thinking about the messages Yousun sent yesterday and tried to guess how she’s been feeling. Whether she feels good or bad, I just felt bad. Her messages were short and simple, but they still bothered me. I’ve been thinking about what that really means for me.

In the email I sent to keep Marc updated about what happened today, I added a note asking if there might be any small graphic design or media-related work I could help with—hoping I might earn a little extra income using my own skills, rather than just moving my body and selling my time. I felt a bit embarrassed to ask, but who knows?

On my way home, I saw a demonstration by Iranian people in front of the U.S. consulate—likely because of the recent U.S. attack on Iran.

These days, I tend to spend some time checking information about the finance industry—things like AI and cryptocurrency—since KakaoBank’s stock price has gone up. But I shouldn’t let it distract me too much because it’ll probably take more time to meet my expectations. I believe KakaoBank will play a big role in the future of finance, especially as AI and decentralized currencies reshape the system.

I’m glad I finalized building my online portfolio last week. I’ve also organized my thoughts and decided not to rush into getting a book design job. Even if I push harder, things won’t change overnight. Life moves as it’s supposed to.