Hello lovely readers and welcome to my shiny new blog. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Some of you may remember my previous blog where I’d post about a whole range of subjects from decluttering to relationships (which can sometimes be the same thing), toxic friends and make up tips. It struck me, as we began to experience this strange new normal brought about by the COVID19 pandemic, that it might be time to restart them.
At the time of writing, mass protests all around the world following the death of George Floyd at the hands of four Minneapolis police officers have gripped our attention. People have taken to the streets to say enough is enough when it comes to racial inequality and injustice.
Of course, these issues are not new but the narrative around it is beginning to shift as we speak more about collective responsibility on a topic people of colour have felt they’ve had to deal with alone.
It’s been tough, watching this play out. Heart-breaking truths about the black experience in the UK, US and around the world are being laid bare. BUT, as hopeless as it can feel at times, the level of activism and engagement is an indication we’re moving in the right direction. People are asking themselves, how am I culpable? And how can I make a difference?
This alone, is a monumental shift and one I fully encourage. It points towards the good in people, the good in all of us that want to come together and work towards making the world a better place.
It’s all hands on deck. As a writer, for me the frontline is at my computer, so here I am, hoping to lighten the load, share some ideas, thoughts and commentary to help move us towards that better place. The blog will be a mixture of new and old posts which I’m resharing here for you to enjoy.
Whatever brings you to this page, I hope it provides a little light relief, food for thought or ideas and inspiration to carry you through your week.
Yep, I’m away from home at the moment and contemplating the humble (or not) hotel room…
Hotel rooms are weird. In 40sq metres or less they attempt to combine a bedroom, living room and kitchenette to create a beautifully colour co-ordinated corporate prison. Having all this in one living space is like those food trays they used to give you at school that had a trough for your lunch, desert and drink. Yummy, so appetising. I don’t know why they don’t use them in restaurants.
Bless hotel rooms, because they do try to be homely with their strategically positioned generic paintings, job lot of cushions and soft lighting but this faultless finish is almost its undoing. Like Michael Fassbender’s character in Prometheus, the robot passing as human is exposed by his clinical perfection. We almost need to see the flaws to be convinced of something’s authenticity.
Perhaps, to be more convincing as a home, hotels need to add some more believable touches. Instead of alcohol in the minibar, they should have a half empty bottle of salad cream, some out of date olives and a couple of floppy carrots.
There should be a dripping tap they’ve been promising to deal with for the last 18 months and a load of crap under the bed that needs sorting through.
If they did this, then weary travellers would enjoy the most peaceful home-away-from-home sleeps ever.
Until that day comes, here’s some ideas for de-corporatising a hotel room (for those wanting something a little more wholesome than adult movie services).
Fruit and snacks
Not only do I feel like a lawless rule breaker for smuggling contraband into the room, circumventing the room service cartel but it’s also a much healthier alternative to the late night in-house options (usually limited to what they call pizzas and us normal folk call cheese on toast). Also, a strategically placed fruit bowl in the room breaks up the corporate monotony and makes the place feel less like a hamster cage.
OK, now I’m really sharing. I always pack my slippers when I go to a hotel, ever since I treated myself to a new pair a few years ago whilst filming in Liverpool. Slippers are the bomb and I don’t care who knows it. My old pair (leopard skin pattern, very cool actually) had pretty much had it. I wore the new ones in my hotel room and they had the most remarkable effect. As soon as I slipped them on, I felt more relaxed and defo more homely. I decided there and then that they would always come with me every time I went away. I nearly wore them down to breakfast that time too but I don’t think the staff were quite ready for that. I imagined them whispering ‘how long does she think she’s staying for?’
A friend of mine also suggested taking candles with you when traveling. Candle light is known to be soothing and can help you wind down even in the most un-relaxing of environments – unless, of course you’re on the side of a mountain in a tent. In this case a candle should be considered one of your many enemies.
But I tried it and I have to say, it really worked. Obviously, safety first. Don’t put the candle near anything flammable, so basically EVERYTHING IN A HOTEL ROOM.
Not the crisps, my friend, an actual hula hoop. Now, you will never see me walking down the street dragging a wheely suitcase and rolling a hoop like some Victorian hawker. I found a hula hoop, on Amazon that dismantles into six easily transportable pieces. It’s a weighted excersise hoop (1Kg) that is a good travel replacement for gym visits which can be massively tedious anyway. On the road it’s a challenge to keep a good exercise routine going so this has been a perfect solution for me, a good ten minutes of hula hooping while watching Phil and Holly on This Morning. And remember, it’s a really good idea to move all the glasswear out of the way first…. (I can’t believe they charged me for all that stuff).
So there, you go, if you find yourself on the road, these are my slightly oddball suggestions for making the whole thing a little more bearable. And tbh, after a hard day’s graft – those 40 sq metres can feel like a god-given elixir of comfort that you can’t wait to collapse into.
Happy hooping, ppl – and not burning stuff! I forgot the hoop this time – whaddya reckon to star jumps?
Following up on my last post – touting the four self-help dating books I read – the natural next step that I could see was to write my own top ten tips for finding Luuuurve (which is different and more fun than love) – so here they are, ppl…
Andi Osho’s top ten dating tips: (which I’m definitely going to start totally following – Sssh!)
1. Love whatcha got, make the most of what you love about yourself and remember how fabulous you are. You are a gorgeous being and when you start believing it, those around you will too, including potential squeezes. If they don’t see how loveable you are, they’re simply not the one. My best relationship was based on the fact that we were each other’s biggest fans (and the belief that farting is HILARIOUS). Settle for this and nothing less (farting is up to you)
2.Read a good dating book – see previous post! Whatever freedoms and equalities each of us has managed to secure up to this point in time, successful dating remains pretty traditional and these books explain why. (THEN, make your own list of tips too. Spread the help, ppl…)
3. There are some unpalatable home truths you’ll read in relationship books and you’ll want to disagree with some of them because you’ll know someone or you yourself found love despite their advice.
I.e. you know a woman who never went out but met someone on-line – that someone already had 12 kids but still found time to pop over to see her and make incredible love to her (all on their first date too). And now? They’re happily married / co-habiting / living their best lives. Whadda result!
Great, but remember, this person’s dating-story is an exception (there are always exceptions!).
Following advice or dating tips you trust (you know, like mine) mean you won’t waste your time – or their time – and you’ll get the amazing relationship you deserve.
4. Don’t ignore the signs. If the object of your desire is being crappy about meeting up, taking you on proper dates, takes ages to call or text back – heed the warning signs. People are on their best behaviour at the beginning of a relationship and if you feel their best isn’t good enough, get rid. If a guy likes you, he’ll call. If a womxn likes you, she’ll call. They’ll call. Stop making excuses for them. Everyone knows how to use a phone. Who doesn’t have a phone attached to their being these days?
5. Crushes NEVER work out. What your subconscious mind is saying is, I’m not good enough for this person so I’ll just dream and fantasise about him/her/them instead. It also means despite all the signs and hints you’ve dropped like barbells on a biscuit tin, you’ve been ignored. Why? Because that particular luscious object ain’t interested (let them be, look after you).
6. Get out there – either with friends or on your own. Get creative about what you do and you’ll meet a broader range of people. Ever been to a football match? Give it a go and if your type is shouty, fat, bald men with a penchant for yelling with their mouths full, then all your Christmases will come at once.
7. If you must use internet dating, let me save you some time. Don’t bother writing a saccharine bio sharing your favourite films, top 5 albums and interests (Which, let me guess, include nights in snuggling on the sofa as well as nights out?). No one reads them. Just post a decent, recent photo and a titbit of info and if the right person is interested, they’ll contact you. And under no circumstances resort to poetry. You do this and I will hunt you down.
8. Don’t lower your standards but be willing to adapt and compromise. If you meet a date who’s amazing but is a little shorter than your preference for example, it may be worth still going on that one night out. This kind of small (poor choice of word) compromise may reveal a wonderful, happy surprise. And anyway, one date’s not going to kill you… unless it’s with Charles Manson.
8a. Don’t date convicted mass murderers.
9. Live your life. Be You. You are lovely and living your life has made you into the person that that significant-other-in-waiting is going to want to ask out. Why would you compromise that?
Contrary to the sign language lesson in Jerry McGuire, a relationship will not complete you because you are already whole so have fun, get on with being you with your interests, hobbies, love of shopping, dislike of Sunday drivers, car boot sale fanaticism, weekly cinema trips, annual ice skating and whatever else it is you do.
10. Annnnd – in a replay (coz it’s important) to the ending of my self-help book blog: Remember if someone is wrong for you, no tactics can keep them and if they’re right for you, no mistake can keep them away – except perhaps murder….(unless you ignore tip 8a and then it’s a whole other ball game. Can’t help there!)
Now? How is my dating life in 2020? Weeelll, it’s hard to follow your own tips sometimes (I did most of the time, and not so some of the time) and sometimes the Universe delivers a lovely surprise. Clear as mud? Soz 😉
A few years back I found myself with an arm full of dating books and no clue when it came to dating. I wanted that magic formula to make my relationships work (or even just one of them!).
Sorry to report, but there was no magic, guys – though there was some much-needed clear-headedness which I thought was worth revisiting.
The books found their way into my mitts after I’d talked to a friend about my luck in love (or lack thereof). As usual I was lamenting how I hadn’t had a proper date in four years (for the record I don’t count getting drunk with a guy then staggering back to his place. In which case I’d been dating – girls gotta eat. Right, ladies? Anyway…).
She told me I needed to turn my ‘relationship karma’ around, gave me a handful of book titles (He’s Just Not That Into You, The Rules, Why Men Love Bitches and Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man) and sent me on my way.
I bought all the books she recommended, devoured each one in a couple of days and made notes (of course).
Of the four, I liked this one the best (Greg is a comic so I would say that). It’s scribed in the format of a very direct agony aunt replying to her lovelorn readers and pulls no punches. Read this then watch the film (it’s on Amazon Prime at the mo, in 2020) – I’ve watched it twice – and it’s an education all on its own. Really, the crux of the film and the book is: Men aren’t that complicated. If it looks like he isn’t that into you, he probably ain’t.
This title isn’t quite accurate. Exchange the word ‘bitches‘ for ‘confident women who aren’t looking for father substitutes‘ and it’s a damn fine read and a little gentler on the ego for the more fragile among us.
Now this is an interesting one because people who haven’t read it fixate on a few of the more controversial rules:
I.e. Don’t make a date with a guy for Saturday night if he calls after Wednesday.
I know many scoff at the idea of this but I think it’s OK. The thinking being, if you make late dates, he’ll always see you as the last minute gal. We’ve all had that set up where he rings or worse texts, after a night out telling you to come over. But because you’ve read this book, now you’ll say, Hard no but thanks all the same.
The Rules is a good way to bring a bit of discipline into your dating life but for me, it’s too rigid and marriage-focused. I just want a date not a bloody wedding (I’m lying, Bradley Cooper – if you’re reading this, It’s a Yes, I’d love to).
This was my least favourite love manual, mainly because Steve seemed to be addressing a type of woman I’m unfamiliar with: in it, he often referenced when you should introduce your new man to your kids and talked about juggling your ‘two jobs’. This seems to be more of an American obsession (why not get one good job? – I know why, I’m being flippant. Don’t @ me). Anyway, I found this book a little condescending but, the movie it inspired is pretty good, better than the book even.
All four books provided some vital, eye opening and eye wateringly honest insights into what it is us girls do ‘wrong’ when it comes to dating. So yes, I did learn something from all of them – and I think it’s worth having at least one or two of these manuals to casually thumb through – however, I would add, if someone is wrong for you, no tactics can keep them and if they’re right, no mistake can keep them away – except perhaps murder….
Ps – you might like to know the fate that befell one of the The Rules authors (no one died!) – check out the story in the link. Enjoy! Telegraph Article
I’m a total foodie. How do I know this? Because everyone is! I laugh when someone describes themselves as a foodie. Who doesn’t love food? I’ve never met anyone who’s like, ‘food? … Meh.’
Not only do I love food – probably a bit too much – but I also love cooking. In my twenties I would often cook these elaborate meals. Once, before me and some friends were about to go clubbing, I decided to make a Thai green curry – from scratch! Was it delicious? Yes – was it worth it? No. After, we didn’t want to go clubbing. We wanted a nap.
However, my cooking changed once I hit thirty – for two reasons. Firstly, I didn’t have time. I was trying to become an actor and stand up. Secondly, I started taking whole food cooking classes. We worked predominantly with plant-based ingredients which opened up a whole world of products I’d never heard of. Turtle beans and forbidden rice, tempeh and tamari all slowly became part of my stash of kitchen goodies.
Furthermore, over time, I noticed that my romance with meat and dairy began to shift. (About now, you’re thinking this is going to turn into some worthy call to go vegan. Relax, it’s not. You do you, boo.) I was eating more and more plant-based dishes while the animal products naturally fell away. Whilst I was still eating meat occasionally, I was also loving these new-found ingredients. And it’s been that way for me ever since.
Our meals have become heavily industrialised, and our purchasing so automatic and disconnected that we often don’t know what we’re putting in our mouths. Maybe it’s time to take dinner away from corporate and put it back in our kitchen. And yes, whole food, plant-based meals can be a part of that. If you’re up for making changes, be they for moral, health, ecological or any other reasons, perhaps start with a vegan day once a week. I promise, there are so many delicious ingredients waiting for you before you even need to think of reaching for meat substitutes. I’ve been sharing some of my favourite meals on Instagram in case you need ideas, pasta dishes, sauces, soups and more. Simple dishes with big flavours for you to try at home.
My style of cooking is very much suck-it-and-see. I share my recipe but really, the magic is in experimenting and finding what flavours work for you. As always, shout out to the brilliant Jean Torne of Concord Institute for his whole foods and macrobiotic culinary wisdom and Mutsuko Johnson, a guest facilitator who brings with her decades of experience in cooking delicious and nourishing Japanese cuisine.
This isn’t an ad for Concord Institute but they do amazing cooking classes. If you want to find out more, check them out: https://concordinstitute.com/jeanskitchen/ Or find a cooking class that works for you but whatever you do, start to bring cooking home. Your tummy will thank you!
On a scale of 1 to bizarre, how strange has your 2020 been? Keeping calm and carrying on is hard at the best of times but in the midst of a pandemic, well, that’s definitely one to tell the grand kids about. But as we come to the end of lockdown (unless you’re Dominic Cummings in which case you’re probably thinking, what’s lockdown?) and we look towards our new normal, I’ve also been looking back. Out of this unbelievably challenging three months, I’ve been wondering, are there silver linings to the dark clouds of this pandemic? And I would say, yes.
For me, one unadulterated pleasure has been the newfound quiet. I’m a city girl, born and raised but even for me, sometimes I just want everyone to shhhhhhhhhh. When that finally happened in late March, I loved it. The eerie peacefulness, the 28 Days Later style photos of normally busy city centres, the slow encroachment of nature as animals began to reclaim the streets, the absence of billowing airplane trails across the sky – was all blissful.
Whether you agree or not, the Black Lives Matter Protests were absolutely necessary and the lockdown focused people’s minds. Were we in normal, non-lockdown times, the George Floyd murder may have been trampled by the constant march of 24 hour news. The Lockdown quiet gave room for this incident and its repercussions to initiate important discussions worldwide. Were it not for the intersection of these two events, this may not have been possible.
Lockdown has been financial tough for many – those working in entertainment still have no clear pathway back to work – and I really need the nail bars to open. Sort it out, Boris! However, in all of this, it is great how some have managed to innovate, using online technology to maintain or create new income streams. I’ve attended countless meetings, online workshops, webinars, bodywork classes and seen friends put on comedy shows, play readings, run quizzes, debate nights and more. Though you can’t replace the visceral experience of a live event, this is definitely a welcome bridge until things return to normal.
But I think my biggest and most welcome change has been feeling more at ease, talking to friends, family and colleagues on the phone and video chat. Before, I would happily ping pong WhatsApp messages or emails back and forth when a five minutes conversation would have been quicker, easier and I could have said all I needed to say in half the time. We are communal creatures and I’ve enjoyed connecting more fully with people during this time.
Early on in quarantine, some people had high expectations of how it would change society for the better however, as the scenes at Bournemouth beaches and crowds of football fans demonstrate, human beings don’t always know how to do the right thing. Having said that, I hope that despite the hardships of these past few months, we all find or make some positive changes that we carry forward into our new normal, even if it is just skyping our mums.
Please be safe, take care, follow the guidelines, don’t litter, black lives matter and when you know better, do better.
These days everyone’s talking about decluttering with many a declutter or organising expert touting the benefits – Marie Kondo (obvs), the brilliant Oprah – and if you search #declutterexpert or #homeorganiser on Instagram, you’ll find a local guru all set to come and help you turf out your loot too.
All this #CleartheClutter awareness took me back to when I lived in my one bed flat, and how I almost left it prematurely…
You see, I’d decided I’d outgrown my little East London abode and it was time to relocate, maybe to a place with a garden, (fancy) – so I started flat hunting.
I told myself I wanted a cat – to mark my descent into real single-ladydom – but the real reason was, I wanted to spread out. God knows I love to buy shoes but I was running out of space to put them. My boudoir was fast becoming a shoe room that happened to have a bed in it. I needed more space. End of.
After three months of searching though all I could find were two bedroom dungeons or flats that were a few police lines short of looking like a murder scene, it was a bit disheartening.
I began to wonder if I could learn to love the place I currently had, maybe give it a bit of a makeover – that’s when a really radical idea hit me: How about, I thought to myself, instead of buying a new property so I could store more stuff – I get rid of some of this accumulated claptrap? Genius.
I lived in a one bedroom flat – how much stuff could there be? Ha! The thought of going through all the boxes and cupboards and wardrobes was an intimidating prospect. Sorry did I say intimidating, I meant boring. Soooo, I decided to make a list. Oh, I love a good list. I like the sense of achievement as I tick tasks off.
I listed all the places that needed to be decluttered:
Chest of drawers
Under the drawers
In corners of wardrobes
Shoe boxes (in every corner)
Under the bed: all kinds of hoarding crimes had been committed in this dark unseen space (unused yoga mats, old trainers, bags for life that had long since perished). The places to store crap is seemingly endless. I had to be ruthless.
As someone who isn’t particularly sentimental, a lot of the under the bed stuff was easy to resolve. Yoga mat – Out. Old reviews and newspaper clippings – In. When I’m an old lady who smells of cats and pee I’d rather show the great nieces and nephews a feathery Time Out review rather than Yoga Matters finest wares (soz).
Things started to get a bit tricky when it came to dresses and shoes. Even if I’d never worn something I was still torn as to whether to send it to the great charity shop in the sky, or as you’ll see later, Stratford recycling, which is much closer to home.
I elected to take on a tough policy. If I couldn’t visualise myself wearing the item again, it was history. It worked. After a few short hours there were three full bags brimming with dresses, coats, shoes and accessories. For the first time in years I could see the back of the wardrobe. The disappointment of not finding a portal to another dimension was temporary.
Once you get the ball rolling with a declutter it can be difficult to stop. You can end up ditching items you really shouldn’t. Fridge? First world extravagance. Cooker? I shall simply set fire to my vegetable rack and pick over the charred remains.
All in all the whole process, working my way through each room, took a few sessions but after a couple of months I was done. I completed the process by buying some nice storage furniture and a shoe store that hangs on the back of the door (literally the best thing ever) – it’s an Ikea beaut, and I have two now!
And finally my bedroom looked less like Primark during the summer sales and more like a bedroom becoming of a sophisticated lady, like what I am.
But what to do with all these unwanted garments? To simply throw them away would be recycling treason. Instead, I did what is commonly known as Stratford recycling. That is, I simply left the bags outside my house with a helpful note stating what each bag contained. The following morning the bags were gone. Obvs, visiting your local charity shop works too, or recycling your clothes at places like H&M. But back when I did this my local charity shops were dubious, and clothes recycling was probably limited to waiting for that elusive plastic charity bag to be popped through your letterbox.
It was over. I had loads of new wardrobe space, room under the bed and some lovely new furniture to boot. I was now happy in my one bedroom flat!
A good declutter can really invigorate the space you live in. Every now and then, it’s good to shake things up and do something that reminds your home you think it’s pretty cool. I say, use the four Rs (refurbing, redecorating, rearranging or recycling). Done thoughtfully, this can be an economical way of giving you a renewed love of the place you live in – so you can feel happy and content being there again. You will. I promise!
Living in clutter is bad for the soul. A home with gubbins everywhere is chaotic and causes stress, something you may, over time, become immune to feeling but it’s there. Trust me. Losing these unwanted items will bring clarity to your living space and inevitably, your thinking. It’s a way showing yourself some care and those you live with and indicates to the universe that you deserve to live a harmonious, peaceful life. Try it, you’ll see.
I hope you can do your version of Stratford recycling where you live. The best thing about it, bumping into a neighbour who you know is wearing your clobber, and they know they’re wearing your clobber and they know you know they’re wearing your clobber and you both say nothing and just smile.
It’s easy to forget to be grateful. Sometimes, being grateful slips way down the agenda behind getting annoyed with your local bus service or the Yodel not knocking before leaving a missed delivery card…. You DIDN’T knock!
But the fact remains, I am living my dream and I’m not the only one. I put a question out to people I know on this topic and quite a few responded saying they too were living their dream – sooo I created a little series of interviews where each person opens up about how they’ve come to the place they are at now and shares advice for those seeking to make similar changes in their own lives.
But I thought I’d kick off the series by answering my own interview questions. If you’re on a journey to live your dream I hope these stories inspire you, or if you are already there – I hope these help you continue to live in gratitude and hone the skills to realise even bigger and more magnificent possibilities. Keep on, keeping on legends 😉
What is your dream?
To be a writer and performer. When I started acting I thought that was the dream. I’d write on the side but it wasn’t until I started performing stand up that I felt really fulfilled.
When did it [your dream] first form in your head?
I loved Eddie Murphy’s stand up show, Delirious and I reckon I knew most of the big routines before I’d even seen it because everyone at school talked about it so much.
“Goony googoo!” I’d say, not really knowing why. When I finally watched it, it was like the opening of the ark in that Indiana Jones film. In my heart, I knew this was what I wanted to do but my conscious brain hadn’t even entertained the idea. Kids from my background didn’t become successful performers or so I believed. Nevertheless, when I was 14 I wrote a stand up routine and performed it in front of a couple of mates who laughed encouragingly and that was technically, my first gig.
Kids from my background didn’t become successful performers”
What practical (or impractical) steps did you take to realise your dream?
The desire to perform lay dormant in me for several years, and my ‘first gig’ faded into the past. I ended up working in TV post production running a small company (not mine) and by chance, while touting for business at ITV, ended up getting poached to work on their new soap Night and Day, looking after all their post production. The whole production was based on one site so everyone got to mix – actors, crew, support staff, the whole team.
Getting to know the actors, it reminded me or perhaps rekindled my love of performing which I’d enjoyed so much at school. I asked them what the best way to get into acting was and they all unanimously said ‘drama school’. I found a local school that did evening classes and took the plunge. After that I worked as an actor doing a mixture of plays, TV all supported by mind-numbingly boring temp work in offices.
But after about five years, work started to dry up and stage fright was becoming a bigger and bigger problem. I looked at some of the TV actors I really liked (Jocelyn Jee Esien, Gina Yashere and Tameka Empson) and saw that all of them had done stand up comedy. ‘F*&k that’ I thought. Like most people it seemed like the most terrifying proposition ever but eventually, the ‘F*&k that’ became a ‘F*&k it’ and I decided to give it a go. I enrolled in a stand up course with Amused Moose and thought, if I hate it, no harm done. We did a showcase at the end of the course. On the night, I could barely breathe before going on, I was so petrified.
But – as soon as I stepped on stage, I thought… this is it. This is what I’m meant to be doing.
Eventually, the ‘F*&k that’ became a ‘F*&k it'”
If you hadn’t achieved your goals, where would you be, what would life be like?
Me becoming an actor coincided with a need to shake my life up anyway. It was a proper Hollywood movie life change. I changed career, broke up with my boyfriend, cut my hair short and started again. I knew that even though my life was perfectly okay on paper, I wasn’t satisfied and I guess it would have either eaten away at me or I would have had to bury those feelings and ambitions so I wouldn’t be pulled by the wonder of ‘What if’.
If I hadn’t followed my dreams I guess I’d definitely have had a suburban house and I’d probably be a manager at a post production company but I think at my core there would have been an unease. There’s no going back now and I’m delighted I took the risk. I was broke for many years after but always trusted I’d made the right choice.
What advice would you give those pursuing a dream?
The simple advice is, go for it. When I made the changes and choices I did, I felt compelled to do them. It wasn’t just a ‘Good idea’. The feeling I had was, ‘This is what I’m supposed to be doing!’. If you’ve grown tired of how things are sometimes you need to shake them up. If you want things to turn out differently you can’t carry on doing things the same way.
On a practical note, I guess you have to identify what your dream is and then figure out what practical steps you need to take to realise them. For me, one of those steps was those drama school classes.
And of course it’s a cliché, but you must believe in yourself. Doubts may come but you need to gently usher them away. Your bedrock must be an unwavering faith in yourself and that your dream, whatever it may be, is what you were put here to do.
I say, live in gratitude for the things you have because at some time, you dreamed these things into existence and here they are. Dream your tomorrow and it will come.
UPDATE: It’s so interesting to read over where I was at when I first wrote this eight years ago. At that time, it was so clear to me stand-up was my path. Since then however, I’ve returned to my acting roots, written my first novel, Asking For A Friend, which is out in Feb of 2021 and hosted over 50 #CreativityLiveChat ‘s on Insta, with this Live Your Dream message at the heart of every episode. So though dreams change, for me, the thread tying it all together has been the same, storytelling, be it with my stand-up, acting or the words I write.
Don’t be afraid to let your dream, grow, breathe and change too. The road is rarely straight and we don’t always know what’s ahead. But just know, even though it can be tough, it will also be rewarding, fun and always worth it. Take care, legends and keep an eye out for more interviews from this Cat That Got The Dream Series….