I’ve been awake since 4am, and my mind is in overdrive. When I wrote this it was 8.04am on December 31st, 2019. Tomorrow is a new decade.
Up until this year, I’d have said my 20s were fantastic. I left school, something I’d been wanting to do since I started school. I went to university, I got a degree, I got a job in my chosen field. I went to New York with a show, I went to Dublin with a show, I went to London with a show. I had a few relationships, I made so many friends. I went to parties, I drank too much, I dressed ridiculously. I stopped throwing up after every meal. I listened to a lot of music. I met Matt. We travelled a lot. We got engaged. We bought a house. I went on my first Hen – Do. I still had my job. Continue reading
The post I posted a few weeks ago has actually been in my drafts folder for two months, I just never felt like I wanted to post it. It’s a bit of a personal post, and a lot of people from work follow me, and while every single one of them is an angel, they all see enough of my breakdowns in work. Did they really need to see another wobbler of mine, but this time written down? Absoultely not. But, I also felt like I was stuck on that post, and though it’s not going to bother anyone else in the world if I post it or not, I wanted it posted before I wrote anything else. Just to clear the air, more than anything else.
In an unusual turn of events, I’ve quit my job of ten years.
The first sentence is highly sarcastic, but obviously that doesn’t come through in writing. I quit my job every few months, for all of 3 hours, and then the audience applaud and I’m straight back into theatre world. However, this time, I really have quit…sort of. I’m a freelancer, so it’s not so much of a dramatic exit as it is just me not accepting work anymore. It’s possibly self-destructive, but I’ve been a bit self-destructive recently anyway, just in a different way. Continue reading
Here I am, fashionably late as always. Over three weeks into 2019, I’ve finally come up with my resolutions for the year, and actually written them down.
Last year was a bit of a disaster year, and I’ve seen a few people say that about 2018. I know personally, I charged into 2018 expecting it to be my year, but actually did very little work to achieve anything. I wanted things to be handed to me on a plate, I wanted miracles – and that’s clearly not how life works. So going into 2019, I gave myself a stern talking to. 2019 will be the year of working for it – but not working as flogging myself for 16 hours a day, 6 days a week (I’ve done that; it was hideous.) Working as in actually putting in the effort to make my life what I want it to be rather than expecting it to happen. So, as tradition dictated, I sat down and set myself some goals and resolutions for the upcoming year. Continue reading