My Japanese aunt who grew up in Tokyo before and after WWII before marrying my uncle and moving to the States gave this to me quite a few years ago. It's an authentic Japanese doll which traditionally they put in little cases like this one that keeps off the dust. It reflects my heritage, and mostly I take it for granted as it sits above my desk as I work. Perhaps it is a symbol of discipline. Which is awesome because I'm finally caught up with this photo blog which does require some discipline. Right now, discipline seems to me to only be about doing just a little bit but doing it every day.
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