I recently had to solicit donations for my job at a social welfare agency. I hate talking on the phone to the point of developing a phobia about it, especially if I’m asking people for donations or money. Part of the way I was able to get most of the calls done today was by imagining Usagi telling me that she believed in me and would be with me. Because if she and my mom believe in me, there’s nothing I can’t do.
The end of Sailor Moon SuperS. I remember watching the dub in North America, and though the fifth season has a slim chance of ever getting dubbed here, it was a fitting end for the series. There’s something so powerful about a battered Super Sailor Moon holding baby Hotaru, with the Crystal shining bright. It’s a provocative reminder that even in the toughest of times, the darkest of hours, there is light, and there is hope for a better future. And that is something, when realize, brings me to tears.