As a freelance writer, my life is basically going from the study on the second floor to the kitchen on the first floor to find something to eat, and then going back to the study to think about what to write today. This kind of life doesn't need bags, high heels, lipstick, or any professional clothes, although sometimes I pretend to do it at home. It's just an episode. My life is a woman in sweatpants holding a computer and writing something. This is not the life I want at all. Every time I have this idea, it means I have to travel. Book a plane ticket in two weeks and decide to make a fresh start and be a good man. Get up early every day, do a set of high-intensity aerobics, take a radiant bath, sit down and eat vegetable salad gracefully, dip in German oil and vinegar juice, and live like a restrained senior white-collar worker. As long as you eat a few more meals of grass, you will have less fat on your isosceles. Put on those tight jeans and go out for a turn. Of course, you have to buy some new clothes for travel. No, no, lose weight for a week and buy it when you lose weight. In short, I think the real life is a travel like life - you go to a new place, breathe the new air, everything looks shiny, people greet friendly, the gentle wind blows from the beach, wearing a low cut dress you dare not wear in Shanghai, and walking on the beach. It's strange that when people are in a foreign land, they don't seem to care much about the extra pounds of fat on their body, the diamond ring a basks in and the Mercedes Benz B buys in their circle of friends. This shining new mood usually drops vertically when you return, and you always have to go back to make money to support your family. Just two days before I came back, I was still immersed in the intoxicated sea breeze, but I couldn't do it on the third day. When I put on my sweatpants, it seemed that the dirty life came back again, and my life turned into running from the second floor to the first floor, taking a bag of high calorie biscuits, eating and getting debris everywhere, as if I made a mess of everything. This is still not the life I want. But can people only live on the journey? One day, I decided to start over like this. Even at home, I dressed as if I wanted to go to the most advanced office building. I wore the most expensive silk shirt, made a pot of good Tieguanyin, vowed never to drink tea bags again, drove out for dinner at noon, and took a two lap walk in the nearby small park. Originally, I thought these things were just a waste of time. Later, I found that the good mood of that day lasted for a long time. I gave up online shopping and packed away all the clothes I had saved until I lost ten kilograms. I went to the mall to choose suitable clothes and changed them after I bought the order. I didn't have any appointment, but I had a set of nails and hair. When I came home at night, I changed my clothes and went out for a run. It turned out that the spring breeze in Shanghai was also very gentle. Why didn't I find it before? It turns out that like Singapore, there are many men running at night on the road. Why do they always think they are fighting alone? I always thought that life is that one day you become a new yourself, go to a new place and start a new life. In fact, dear, life is just what people are. If you are sloppy, it will be sloppy. If you are fresh, it will be fresh. There is nothing ready for life. You can live the life you want most every day.

As a freelance writer, my life is basically going from the study on the second floor to the kitchen on the first floor to find something to eat, and then going back to the study to think about what to write today. This kind of life doesn't need bags, high heels, lipstick, or any professional clothes, although sometimes I pretend to do it at home. It's just an episode. My life is a woman in sweatpants holding a computer and writing something. This is not the life I want at all. Every time I have this idea, it means I have to travel. Book a plane ticket in two weeks and decide to make a fresh start and be a good man. Get up early every day, do a set of high-intensity aerobics, take a radiant bath, sit down and eat vegetable salad gracefully, dip in German oil and vinegar juice, and live like a restrained senior white-collar worker. As long as you eat a few more meals of grass, you will have less fat on your isosceles. Put on those tight jeans and go out for a turn. Of course, you have to buy some new clothes for travel. No, no, lose weight for a week and buy it when you lose weight. In short, I think the real life is a travel like life - you go to a new place, breathe the new air, everything looks shiny, people greet friendly, the gentle wind blows from the beach, wearing a low cut dress you dare not wear in Shanghai, and walking on the beach. It's strange that when people are in a foreign land, they don't seem to care much about the extra pounds of fat on their body, the diamond ring a basks in and the Mercedes Benz B buys in their circle of friends. This shining new mood usually drops vertically when you return, and you always have to go back to make money to support your family. Just two days before I came back, I was still immersed in the intoxicated sea breeze, but I couldn't do it on the third day. When I put on my sweatpants, it seemed that the dirty life came back again, and my life turned into running from the second floor to the first floor, taking a bag of high calorie biscuits, eating and getting debris everywhere, as if I made a mess of everything. This is still not the life I want. But can people only live on the journey? One day, I decided to start over like this. Even at home, I dressed as if I wanted to go to the most advanced office building. I wore the most expensive silk shirt, made a pot of good Tieguanyin, vowed never to drink tea bags again, drove out for dinner at noon, and took a two lap walk in the nearby small park. Originally, I thought these things were just a waste of time. Later, I found that the good mood of that day lasted for a long time. I gave up online shopping and packed away all the clothes I had saved until I lost ten kilograms. I went to the mall to choose suitable clothes and changed them after I bought the order. I didn't have any appointment, but I had a set of nails and hair. When I came home at night, I changed my clothes and went out for a run. It turned out that the spring breeze in Shanghai was also very gentle. Why didn't I find it before? It turns out that like Singapore, there are many men running at night on the road. Why do they always think they are fighting alone? I always thought that life is that one day you become a new yourself, go to a new place and start a new life. In fact, dear, life is just what people are. If you are sloppy, it will be sloppy. If you are fresh, it will be fresh. There is nothing ready for life. You can live the life you want most every day.