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Time off

Dear Optimists,

This is us these days!

I’m spending every waking hour at the University, writing essays, articles and yet another thesis. It’s absolutely fantastic and I love every bit of it.

Den is of course busy planning the perfect wedding – as you can see on the picture, he’s very preoccupied.

This isn’t goodbye. Our lives are just so amazing these days that we can’t find time to write all the fantastic things down and draw it up for you.

Don’t worry, we’ll be back… we’re just taking a break.
We’ll miss you!

Love,
Nadia.

Tir…zzz

Dear Optimists,

This is what’s going on with me these days:

I’m too tired to function (apparently SO tired that I accidently wrote ‘fuck’). Which is also why I’m using an old drawing of me being just as tired a year ago.

Just one of those weeks, right?

Love,
Nadia.

My 6. semester

Dear Optimists,

I’ve been looking forward to this semester for the past five – even though I’m going to get my Master’s as well and that’ll be another 4 semesters – but this will be the end of my Bachelor’s degree years!

I must admit that it’s been overwhelming, more than I thought it would be. No doubt that nothing in life comes easily, but I wasn’t exactly prepared for the workload.

(Wait. Isn’t that the books Den read to his future nieces?)

Last night I had a chat with Mette about my not-so-impressive ability to handle stress. She made it clear that I had to put myself first instead of everybody else – something that I tend to do at all times; if people around me are happy, I’m happy. It should be the other way around.

I heard what she was saying, but I wasn’t listening (sorry, Mette). I was really too focused on listening to my pulse that I could hear so clearly in my ear – bum bum bum.

Then she sent me this.

And I understood.

Always, ALWAYS remember yourselves, Optimists!

Thank you for being there, Mette.

Love,
Nadia.
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Optimistic rocker

Dear Optimists,

My hands hurt. Also my wrists.

You might think “Girl, what have you been up to?!?” Worry not – it’s not from bar fights, shady ‘after-midnight fooling around’, or extreme exercising (read: masturbation). I’ve just been GAMING.

And damn have I been gaming. I’ve been playing so much that I completed one game of Guitar Hero and am now half-way through another one. Seriously though, I only spend around a zillion hours a day…I don’t have a problem. I’m simply a rockstar – we don’t take account of silly things like time – pff.

I also can’t wait to get Batman – Arkham Asylum and the other games my boyfriend ordered for us the other day. Man do I love breaks from school!

Any other Guitar Hero players out there?

Love,
Nadia.

Share your appreciation

Dear Optimists,

Today I’m going to tell  you about someone that I appreciate very much. She’s always there for me, ready to listen. She’s been there for the past 9-10 years, but I don’t really feel that I show her enough appreciation. I’m going to change that.

Thursday was the day for my thesis hand-in at the University. Thursday was also the day the train staff chose to go on strike.

So I rang Malou:

She went to work to explain the situation and came to get me:

Then we went on the long drive to my University. At the University I got lost and ran down the halls, confused and stressed out. Malou pointed out a big sign which read, “thesis hand-in”.

She’s been listening to me complain for the past three weeks. Which is why she is frowning and looks tired.

But she’s there. She’s always there.

Thank you, Malou. Thank you for always saving my arse, for being ready with a comforting hug (and cake) and just because you are you.

Today, go tell someone how much you appreciate them. Isn’t that what the Holidays are for?

Love,
Nadia.

Harry

Dear Optimists,

It was 20 years and eight days ago that he jumped on the train to Hogwarts. I still remember where I was when reading the first book in the series. Even the second one, since I “swallowed” both books in one go on the beach in L’ametlla de Mar*, Spain.

On the train to my Hogwarts, my University (where we are not taught how to do potions, for some reason or another), I spotted this fancy-looking middle-aged man wearing a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and sitting with his briefcase locked in his arms. He was very focused on the book, he had in his right hand.

He was reading fast with eager I can only recognise from myself. I smiled to myself when he suddenly looked up and our eyes met. He shyly closed the book and showed me the cover while smiling – he was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

I have regained faith in humanity.

Love,
Nadia.

*L’ametlla de Mar is a small village in Spain and means ‘the beach’ in Spanish.