As I reached the end of season 1 of the new production of Doctor Who, I was a bit upset. Here I was, 13 episodes in to a show that I was quickly falling in love with, and now I need to adjust to a new Doctor. I know what you’re probably thinking… there have already been nine regenerations of the Doctor, so get used to it already. But I started my Doctor Who journey with Chris Eccleston, so to me, he IS the Doctor. (note: I fully intend to backtrack when I complete the current 6 seasons)
It also didn’t help where at the end of the episode they showed the regeneration to David Tennant. It’s silly, but I had an issue with the physical differences. As they say, “don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” I should have taken this advice. Instead I spent the first episode with David Tennant dwelling on the fact that he simply looked different. When instead I should have been realizing how great he is as the Doctor.
Now, only 3 episodes into David Tennant as the Doctor and I can’t imagine anyone else. He’s perfect. I find myself diving deeper into each plot line, appreciating a more emotional approach. I realize that this may not have happened if he hadn’t taken over. Of course, I know I’m just setting myself up for another roller coaster of possible disappointment followed by hopeful acceptance when the time comes for Tennant to take a bow and make way for Doctor number 11. In the meantime, I shall savor each Tennant episode.