I was browsing through an old laptop recently and stumbled upon a file written when we first opened our doors.
I remembered standing before the Songpa District Office with flyers in hand.
I recalled walking the track at Seokchon Lake, carrying balloons that bore our name.
What strikes me now is how much of that eleven-year-old vision has quietly come to life.
"What is it that I want to achieve?"
"With what heart will I continue this work?"
Reading those notes again, I realized there were almost no mentions of revenue targets or expansion plans.
Instead, the pages were filled with thoughts on family, health, records, travel, and our kitchen. It was a wish for work and life to exist in a single, harmonious rhythm.
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