How did it get to the 12th of January 2023 already? HOW?! I don’t know much about science, but I think this is absurd. It seems like the Fringe was yesterday, but it wasn’t. It was four and a half months ago. WHAT IS HAPPENING, SCIENCE? My plan, as always, was to be more consistent with the blog, write more, apply more and generally be more productive. How did I do? Incredibly mediocre.

The Fringe was probably the happiest I’ve been in a long time. It was genuinely two of the best weeks of my life. I had so much fun performing, seeing shows, making friends and generally soaking up the experience. Plus, I made a profit which is always hella good.

I finished my run feeling hopeful, energised, and positive. Ready to take on the world. Ready to see what the future held. Ready to bloody throw myself into this new, happy life full of possibilities, opportunities and adventure.

Yeah, it didn’t last long.

Pretty soon, it all came to crushing stop. Hunnerz and hunnerz of rejections. Now, I’m used to rejection. Yer gurl’s been dumped or pipped to the post for a job countless times. Countless. But there was something about this that felt different. Maybe it was the sheer volume? Six in two months is a lot. Maybe I thought this time it would be different, and I was so prepared for a new life? But that’s me being a big dumb dreamer, rather than living in the actual reality. Maybe it was the rejections, piled on top of all the bloody drama going on with my flat and money and stress and life and everything all piling on top. Regardless, it was soul crushing, and I was hella, hella sad.

I know rejection is a massive part of this industry. I know that. I know rejection is a massive part of life. I ain’t a dumb dumb. But yer gurl just wants to catch a break.

SO I BETTER GO OUT THERE AND GET IT!

It’s Thursday 12th January, 2023. I’ve made a plan for the year. I’m going to stick to it. Lots of things are outwith my control. Like, I can’t force someone to hire me (well, not with that attitude). I can’t force people to like my work, or indeed, like me.

All I can do is keep trying. I’ve got a sackful of projects to get working on (like Santa). I just need to bloody get on with it.

WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE? INTO PRODUCTIVE THINGS!

Hopefully.