The silver lining

So here's what's going on in my life as of the last 24 hours.

Last night, I had a nightmare and woke up in a blind panic. In the nightmare I had submitted the wrong copy of my website and podcast (semester one Media project), the copy with the 3 html errors. This morning, I couldn't get the thought of it out of my brain, so I decided to double check the version I submitted. Lo and behold, it was the wrong copy, the one with the 3 html errors.

So to summarise: I had a nightmare about handing in the wrong Media work, and the nightmare reflected reality, because I had in fact handed in the wrong Media work.

So, despite it only being 3 minor errors (the html links still work, they just open in the same window as opposed to a new one), I decided straight away that tomorrow I would trek back to uni (around 2 hours and 3 trains) to fix them and hand in the new copy.

All day I have been beating myself up and huffing and puffing about the annoyance, stupidity, inconvenience.

Anyway, just now something occurred to me.

I must have so much passion for the subject if it LITERALLY kept me awake at night. For me to have that subconscious inkling, that knowing despite not technically knowing, I must REALLY love it.

I knew I loved it, same as I knew I would love it. But honestly, this happening has really made me realise how much I absolutely LOVE studying Media.

So I'm not seeing the trek back to university in the morning to fix this as a negative, I'm seeing it as a positive. Hard, evidential proof that I bloody love my subject.

More in depth blog on this, and my first semester, tomorrow.