A little Life Update

Monday, 7 October 2019

Well, its been a hot minute since my post, and since I published my last one back in April, A LOT has changed. I have experienced every emotion seemingly known to man, and have gone from being slightly lost and confused in the world, to landing an acting job bigger than I could've imagined.

So in the words of Maria Vontrap, let's start at the very beginning, its a. very good place to start.

Back in April, my boyfriend and I decided it was time to make a massive step, and move in together. He lives in a lovely flat in London and as that's the best place to live if your trying to crack this acting malarky, I was massively excited to pack my bags and head to the big smoke. As it got closer to the move in day, I won't lie, I started to get nervous, and the "I'm gonna live with a boy" episode of friends started playing in my head. (I know you all get the reference!) Then out of nowhere, me and my family where hit with the massive shock of the loss of my grandad. He was the centre and the heart of our family, so the sudden absence of him shuck my world upside down. Needless to say, the move got put on hold and I hid my head in the sand for at least a month. During the planning for my Grandads send off, I learnt so much about him I never knew, and suddenly felt like I had a new spark for life, choosing to take his view of the world, the challenges head on, and working none stop until you get what you want. He inspired me every day, but since we lost him, all I've wanted to do is make him proud. He taught me to take the world head on and I could never even begin to thank him enough for that.

I decided there was no time like the present, and with his can do attitude, and a fire burning back in my heart, I packed up my car and tootled off to London. Now, I won't pretend that I found the move easy, I had gone from Birmingham were I drove everywhere, to relying solely on public transport, gone from no worrying too much on how much a packet of chicken cost, to counting every penny,  but I was doing something for me, I was challenging myself, and I was happy. I was pretty lucky that just before we lost Grandad, I had had a job interview for a Bridal Store, and had managed to bag the job. For me, it was important to have a job that didn't leave me feel soulless, but that allowed me to be creative, work in an industry I was interested it and meet new people along the way. For a solid 5 weeks, I got on the Hammersmith and City line and commuted my way across London to sell beautiful gowns to excited brides.

Until one day I had a call from my agent. I had an audition for a UK tour. In previous auditions, I would get myself into a RIGHT tizz. I would be stressing, changing my mind on material, and dousing myself in a massive amount of self doubt. But this time it was different. My Grandad always encouraged me to do the best I could and that was all anyone could ask for. So that's exactly what I did. I chose a song and I stuck to it. I learnt my material how I wanted to perform it and not try to guess what the panel would want. I let the saying 'what will be, will be' guide me into the room, and somehow, I managed to get the job!

I literally had like, a week, from finding out I'd got the job to starting rehearsals, and 8 weeks later, I've completed 6 weeks of rehearsals and am about to go into my third venue with the show. My life has literally been tipped upside down and through all the darkness, I'm finally coming out the other side. I'm working in the industry I have aimed for all my life, in a sell out show, being paid to live my dream. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't hard though, I've had to leave my family for weeks at a time, and this wouldn't be such a task, if my sister hadn't just given birth to the most beautiful little baby boy ever! (I don't know if I'll ever get used to saying that!) So leaving is always heard, but knowing the opportunity I've been given, helps me get on the train each week and travel to the other end of the country.

In these last few months, I've gone on the most crazy emotional roller coaster (I'm talking a mix of Air and Rita Queen of Speed for anyone of you Alton Towers goers) but somehow have come out the other side. Its times like this when you have to sit back, and pat yourself on the back. Even in the darkest of nights, the sun will always rise, even if you go for it and it doesn't work you still win. You still had the guts to head straight into the something that frightened you, and that type of bravery will take you somewhere!!

Thanks for Reading,
Rosie xx

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