So it's new year and in case you hadn't guessed, one of my new years resolutions is to blog more. Then again, I say that every week. Then again, I'm now unemployed so I really have no excuse. Well, I say I'm unemployed. Technically I am a freelancer without a business. Not the best start.
I'll give you a quick update. I've spent the last 2 months or so being a christmas elf. It wasn't everything I'd dreamed of. I'm not sure what I expected, but it turned out to be one big hand-sanitiser requiring disappointment. Admittedly, it was an easy job that was made enjoyable by the other elves and (on occasion) a really enthusiastic child, but even for me, being stupidly happy for 6 hours a day, 6 days a week gets difficult. Anyway, that's over now and I'm back to saving my enthusiasm for burlesque, not magical reindeer food.
Anyway, here's me and santa. See what I mean about the enthusiasm?
Speaking of Burlesque, my class and I performed our routine in November. It was amazing. I loved every second. The weird thing is that when people ask 'weren't you really nervous?', I can honestly say no. I don't usually get nervous in advance. It normally kicks in about 30 seconds before the event. But it didn't kick in. Then it was all over. 4 minutes of being blinded by glitter and spotlights and that's it. Here's a little bit of a photo taken by the awesome photographer, Tigz Rice. Thought it best not to show you the whole picture or else you'll never pay to come see me ;P You can like my facebook page though :) http://www.facebook.com/TallulaTaboo
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I can't wait to begin my advanced course in a few weeks and start my solo routine (which I have pretty much planned out in my head already). Oh, and to do the masterclass with Beatrix Von Bourbon, the burlesque dancer off Britain's Got Talent.
So now I'm at a point where I really need to assess life. I've not got a proper job, which, although at times can be useful, can get pretty depressing. Ideally I'd remain freelance, as there are a few potential things that might develop into jobs that actually relate to the things I love and got a degree in. Handy. Then again, there's the lure of a 9-5, stable job, guaranteed pay check, with evenings and weekends off. Also tempting. I'm sure it's a dilemma that many arty graduates face. I'm still deciding. I'd like to give fulfilling my dream a shot, but then again, I'm not sure I know what my dream is. I'm sort of in that just woken up' stage where you know you had a dream, but it's a bit of a muddle and you can't work out the details. Most of the time you just get up, move on and forget the dream. But sometimes you just KNOW it was a good dream and you just have to lay there for an hour and remember it.
... a bit like the time I dreamt about winning the olympics by running like a spider and being amazing at javelin. Or the other time when Danny from Mcfly told me he loved me in the toilets of Bluewater shopping centre.
I think that's enough for now. Check back soon to see if I remembered...
Ta Ta!
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