We’re only one day from new X-Files episodes, and it has me feeling nostalgic. I’ve written about this before, but it’s hitting me full force being so close to the revival.
I can’t help but feel lucky that I get to experience this again; the excitement, the anticipation, the highs and lows. It’s a treat to have something that was so influential in my childhood come to life, and still mean as much to me today as it did when I was 14.
I’m grateful for the chance to relive the joy of being a fan. It’s easy to forget — when you’re an adult doing Very Important Adult Things — how crucial it is to play, to revel, to be unabashedly excited about something.
Even if the revival sucks, I can’t walk away feeling disappointed, because the experience is more than the new episodes; it’s the sum of everything that came before it, and that will come after it.
I’m just thankful I’ll have birthday cake on hand so I can mitigate the inevitable emotional damage with food…