Some days I’ll do anything to avoid being productive. Cue Netflix. However, the other day I had a nasty shock.
Netflix has cancelled their production of my favorite show – Sense8. The last season, season two, left the viewers with a massive cliffhanger. Now I’m never going to know how it turned out. My only comfort is that I can rewatch the first seasons again and again (and again).
It feels like I’ve been robbed. Robbed of future good moments, of intense excitement, and of heartfelt agony and triumph for and with the characters. Which show am I now going to look forward to with the same childish joy? Which show can I turn to, that can provide me with the same crazy plot and lovable characters?
I might be overreacting, but how could you Netflix,
HOW COULD YOU?
In loving memory of the greatest show Netflix has ever produced.
Some days it’s okay if the only thing you did was breathe.
And sometimes, it’s okay if that’s what you wish you did – and hope to do tomorrow.
If I could go anywhere – where would I be headed right now? In this instance, probably back to bed. My classes really start too early this year. But if I look past that, where?
The first part of 2016 was all about dreams. I finally traveled Norway, I volunteered in Australia, and I did more of the things that makes me happy. In the last part of the year I started Nursing School. It was a roller coaster of emotions, but eventually I settled in in my new home, and I guess you could say my new life.
Nothing is easy, but most things are possible
When I dream, I dream big. I want to go to places I cannot get to. I want to experience things I probably never will. To me, dreaming is innocent, dreaming is for everyone, and dreams are not meant to be contained. For a while last year I stopped dreaming, stopped because I thought it would make me unfocused, because nursing is a dream – and dreaming two at once is simply too much to ask.
My heart is almost always restless
Today I realized I was wrong. Of course I can dream several dreams at once. I can want to travel the world and still want to do my best at school. I can dream about Antarctica at the same time as I try to understand neurology. Dreaming is scary; it is frightening to open oneself up to the possibility of failure – of never seeing the dreams through. However, dreaming also makes one creative, and so this year I resolve to travel, even though I’m studying. I resolve to find a way to make the most of 2017.
And to share it with all of you.
I have come home for Christmas, and hope all of you are surrounded by your loved ones too!
In one moment it’s a monster. It is coming up from behind, threatening to eat me alive.
In the next, it’s a black cloud hanging over my head – following me everywhere I go.
But in some moments, it’s just what it is.
I feel like I am drowning in my notes. But hey, at least I can explain what happens
in my body when I start freaking out.
Goodbye autumn, I whispered as I let the last leaf fall.