Lost in Translation, Grounded in (Sometimes Illegal) Heights: Tokyo Rooftop Revelations

It’s been a while since I’ve put some words on paper, and today feels like the right time — because let’s face it, nothing brightens my mood like a good writing day. (Side note: I still can’t write during my bad days — shoutout to my literature teachers for all the resistance. 😅)

So, before we dive in: Muah, pats, and hugs! Big LUV to all of you! 🥰

Today is officially a roofday (yes, I’m making it a thing). Let’s talk about roofanism — a fantastic addiction you might not even know you need, but trust me, you do. Moving to Tokyo has given me a few new “me” things, and rooftopping has become one of them.

(Oh, and this year I celebrated my 5th anniversary of moving here — yup, I definitely had a glass of wine or two to mark the occasion. Again. 🍷)

But what’s the deal with rooftops, and why Japan?

I could go deep into this (and you know how I tend to roll, so buckle up). I have this saying:

‘When I feel low, I gotta go high; when I feel high, I gotta go even higher.’

There’s no honey up there to attract me, and let’s face it, I’m not Karlson living on a rooftop (for my non-Slavic friends, Google him — he’s a vibe). Plus, most of the time, it’s probably a little illegal. (But hey, I’ve mastered the ‘foreigner card’ like a pro — not complaining! 😎)

Here’s the thing: Someone actually asked me why I’m so obsessed with rooftops, and it happened in the most appropriate place — on top floor of the Hilton Hotel in Shinjuku while I was glued to this massive floor-to-ceiling window, completely forgetting how to breathe or blink (you know, those slightly significant basics of staying alive). And then, boom, came the question: But why rooftops?

That question hit pause on everything. And let me tell you, if you ever want to render me speechless, write that tip down. I spent the next few minutes diving deep into my own mental abyss (you think the Mariana Trench is deep? Ha, child’s play).

And then, boom-boom! It hit me.
Being on a rooftop makes me feel free of myself. Twist, right? Let me explain — you’re not getting away without a bit of a coaching brainwash today. (Yes, we’re going there!)

Up there, far away from the chaos below, I feel like the tiniest grain in a massive universe. It’s wild how quickly I can slip into a meditative state, even though I have a brutal fear of heights. The higher I go, the more I disconnect from the stress, the noise, the overthinking, and the more I tap into something bigger. It’s like being on a rooftop lets me be the version of myself that’s lighter, unburdened, and — dare I say — free.

Now let’s talk about energy.

Your true source of energy? It’s up there. (Figuratively, of course, unless you’re also into rooftop adventures!) But more importantly, it’s within you. It’s always been there, waiting to be tapped into, no matter what life throws your way. And the best part? You don’t need a rooftop to access it. You just need to know how.

So, here’s my invitation: If any of this resonates with you — from the rooftop vibes to the aha moments — let’s connect. Why not follow me, book a free call, and let’s work together to uncover your own weird, exciting, and yes, sometimes awkward discoveries. Zero judgment here.

We’ve all got our unique paths, and I’m here to help you find yours.