When I lived in Japan, I found a lot of things were easier to do. In part, that was because there are often well-defined structures in place. The language also helped. Although I was never as proficient at it as I wanted to be, it provided a convenient mask that enabled me to feel safer in some situations, thereby enabling me to be more myself than I would have otherwise. This came to mind this morning as I watched an episode of a Japanese drama while enjoying my morning cup of coffee…

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