I had spent the last twenty minutes huddled in as many layers as I could find, breathing warm air into my buff, knowing that I might be disappointed. It’s one of those things you always hear about the Northern Lights; cameras pick it up better than our eyes do, try not to be too expectant, you might be let down. Well, so far nothing about that trip had been quite what I’d expected, and I wouldn’t have been anywhere else.
How different would life be if I chose, for example, a different homestay? A different city? A different country? What if I didn’t choose to go on exchange at all? There are so many possible answers to these questions. In the theory of parallel universes, a separate version of myself is living out all of these options, walking down the paths that these junctions set them onto. The question I ask myself; would I rather be one of them, instead of me?
And yet when most of our modern issues keep cycling back to climate change, where better to turn for help than nature itself?
A reflection of finding a voice I didn't know I was lacking in the most unexpectedly obvious places. Also an exercise in stylistics.
Well, this blog is all about personal development. Apparently I didn’t make it clear enough that I’d come out, so, here we go. I’m asexual, and I’m representing.
So last night, I made a mistake. This is the result: my reflections on feminism and fear whilst walking home alone at 1am. “The first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.” (TW)
Turning Points. Sometimes it's hard to know that they're happening until you've already set off in a different direction. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.