Osaka From Above: Such Great Heights

The next step in my Kansai trip was a big wheel close to Osakako subway station. Opened in 1997, it’s 112.5 meters (369 ft) high and has a diameter of 100 meters (330 ft). It was the World’s tallest ferris wheel until 1999. The ride gives a great view for Osaka, including the bay, Akashi Kaikyō Bridge, Kansai International Airport, and, if the weather is nice, also Mt. Ikoma! It goes by the name Tempozan Giant Ferris Wheel, right next to the bay area where Kaiyukan Marine Conservation lies.

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Captured throwback photos and a lullaby that accompanied me during the times I spent alone at Kema-Sakuranomiya Park, Osaka.

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Kindness: The Road We’re So Ready To Take On

We often discount ‘kindness’ as something weak, silly, naive, or unimportant.

Something for children and airheaded adults. Sweet marshmallow fluff for holiday cards. Certainly not a mark of intelligence.

I don’t agree. Well, we don’t.


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Courage, Dear Heart

There are many times in life where fear becomes a mighty fortress in my life, holding me captive though I want to break free. I never was one to possess a great deal of bravery. I was afraid of many things; darkness, loneliness, or being abandoned, cages, numbness, and even more afraid of having no means to control what was happening in my life.

If something upset my little world, I wanted to fix it, and fix it damn fast. If something upset a loved one’s world, I wanted to fix it as well.

If I could do nothing to control the storms in my life, fear came in and swept over me, capturing me in iron-clad talons. A cage I am very scared of.

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I Am Ready To Talk About My Semicolon Tattoo

A few years ago, I first became aware of what was being called agitated depression.” It was my own most challenging struggles and the first ring of hell with clinical depression. It took me so much closer to the fire of self-hating/loathing, the desire to do yourself harm, and thoughts of suicide. The agitated piece is the anxiety and panic attacks.

Once I was clinically diagnosed with anxiety, I started to pop anti-depressants every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. I had to leave some lives I’d wanted because of my stress. Depression took a lot from me, but the most tragic thing is the way I could not bring it up to anyone. I told almost no one about what has been going on just because I didn’t have the courage to. I battled it on my own everyday, until I degradingly distanced my self with my friends and families.

Now this doesn’t mean that I have been depressed for my entire life, that isn’t how it works. It simply means that for as long as I can remember, I have experienced periods of depression of varying lengths. And that for as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in fear of those times.

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An Introvert’s Guide to Present Yourself In A Meeting or Conference

Here’s a blunt confession: I am an introvert.


“But you are a Brand Strategist who designs strategic plans for brand’s communication. You work in the field that requires you to do a lot of talking, you go on meetings a lot, you have to be a people person to be in communications!”

Not true. It’s my job to tell stories, deliver the message, and help connect the dots for people. It’s not my job to be the life of the party.

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Sent From A Galaxy Far, Far Away

“Sent from my Iphone”

It began as a humblebrag and an excuse. It meant, “I am using an expensive mobile device to send this email, so please don’t judge my spelling errors, lack of punctuation, or clipped sentences.”

Yes, I am talking about email signatures.

These signatures, automatically generated, would not have been an auspicious place to look for creativity or wry humour. And yet, it seems like every other day I come across someone who has crafted a little message that says and does a lot more than beg forgiveness and flaunt status.

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