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The weather is getting cold and it starts to rain. The rain is not heavy and it's not very cold, but cold enough to put on a coat.

I had a long talk with Mr.G. He helped me understand more about my career and my ablities. He said I am like a package of a small team. I doubted that of course, but he somehow persuaded me. I didn't always feel needed when I throw myself to the big market. I doubt myself and don't think I can do anything good. But a friend tells me it's not that.

I'm glad that I still have the chance to know myself clearer. The experience and outcome can not be easily taken away. What's past is past, and what's done is done. I'm not young anymore, I hesitate. But I choose to believe that there are still many oppotunities.

This is a very short one and maybe a turn to my career. Day 55.