Growing into my Dreams
2017 is the year in which I learned: dreaming is never enough
The past few years have served as a labyrinth of personal progress. I venture five steps forward, only to burden myself with new projects, and effectively fall three steps back. Not that I’m complaining, because progress is progress, but I don’t want to live my life like a human Amazon.
Dot-com, that is.
I need time to breathe, and I seek a gratifying reward. I am not a corporation.
This summer, after acknowledging my uphill battle, I realized the importance of being deliberate. If I want to pursue my dreams, I must cultivate a strategy for success. Because life is unforgiving, and if I don’t use my power to create change, change will begin to create me — striking when I least expect it.
So, behind the small screen in my nook of an office, I surged toward uncovering the enigma that is my inner self.
I have tried to learn more about my passions, so I can explore fascinating interests, on which to capitalize.
And each day, I fall in love with new ideas about where life may lead. They are added to the list of thoughts that plague my mind, parading around until they manage to sneak out and into the world.
After all of this, I still don’t know exactly who I am, or what I plan to take from life, but I feel a hell of a lot stronger.
I say all of this to provide context to the words I am about to unleash. Yes, this is a rant. A good one, at least. I didn’t want to rave on the internet, without giving a clue as to why I’m fanatic.
Cue: The Bold Type
The Bold Type is a new Freeform Original, which manages to be flirty and far-reaching at the same time.
The protagonists, Kat, Jane, and Sutton, motivate me to be better to myself, for myself. It’s not necessarily the characters themselves, but rather what they stand for: three young women, making their way in the city, trying to get people to care about topics that matter. Standing up for issues such as feminism, self-love, honesty, and desire. They chase their dreams, and they don’t let anyone stop them. To me, that is power.
I love that they make mistakes. Because mistakes happen. And not only can I relate to their errors, but also I can learn from them, as I watch how they handle different experiences.
I usually don’t leave the lessons I learn up to mistakes others have already made, because I should know well enough not to do certain things in the first place. However, Kat, Jane, and Sutton, serve as symbols of people like me. People I haven’t met, who are making mistakes I haven’t gotten the chance to make— mistakes I might easily make, once in the world they’re in.
They handle each situation tastefully, doing the best they can, to make up for their worst. Being truly apologetic? Now, that’s a lesson.
I feel as if I have found a show that is an extension of myself, or at least an extension of the woman I am becoming.
If I were a cliche reviewer, or a reviewer at all, I would write about how it’s fun, fresh, and wickedly inspiring (all words I have actually used to describe the show, because it’s that good).
However, I’m not a reviewer. I am a fan. So, instead I say this:
The Bold Type is a show about growth, change, and embracing the unknown. It is about taking a risk in life, and a chance on yourself. It’s about young feminists, who prioritize their dreams, and refuse to take no for an answer.
Kat, Jane, Sutton — these girls are as hungry as I am, and their passion fuels me to do more. To make bolder decisions. And to escape myself so I can become a person I would otherwise, never be able to envision.
I want to be reminded of my potential wherever I look. To be my own benchmark. And I mean this in the purest way: they encourage me to seize the world, and take what I want, without apology.
The show is truly inspiring, and I’m glad to have found it.
