Yesterday I traveled several hours by plane and waited outside in the heat for what felt like an eternity to see my all-time favorite band, Aerosmith, in Munich. It was my seventh time seeing them, and will soon see them for the eighth time, but it was a special experience nonetheless. The concert was beyond amazing, everything I hoped it would be and more.
It seems to be everyone’s goal to be achieve a perfectly happy life, one where there’s only room for positivity, rainbows and unicorns. The body positivity movement, one that should be there to empower us, has made me feel ashamed and disgusted by myself for the times I felt insecure about the way I look. And those promoting overall positivity and self-love have left me wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, for letting a bad day at work get to me when someone else has it worse. When has this weird sense of perfection become the norm? When did we become so obsessed with happiness?
Autumn has clearly come to an end in Oslo. The temperatures have dropped below zero, and snow has covered the rooftops in the city. In other words, time to reflect on the past few months and write up my favorites, goals, best and worst memories of this autumn. A bit early for an autumn round-up? Maybe. But in my eyes, winter started last week when the first snow came, so waiting any longer would just feel weird.
Today has been a sad, weird and surreal day. Ever since Trump announced he would run for president, everyone has been saying he would never be able to win. Didn’t stand a chance. I was scared, but believed them. Trusted the polls, trusted the American people. Today, they proved me and the rest of the world we overestimated their kindness and compassion. They elected someone who doesn’t believe climate change is real, and who hates women, immigrants, people of color, the LGBTQ+ community, the muslims and basically every other minority out there.