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There’s a lot I want to do in my life. I’m not just a grumpy, ranting cynic, I also have things I would really love to accomplish, a bucket list (nice tie-in, right?). Own a Vivienne Westwood piece? On the list. Go to an awards ceremony? Yup. Swim with the sharks? Love them! I even have a Pinterest board of the things I’d like to do!
On the flipside though, I have things I never, ever want to do. Most stuff I will say isn’t on my bucket list, but if the opportunity arises, I might give it a shot. However, there’s stuff you hear about and just nope about. You might have heard people call a list of these “nopes” their Anti-Bucket List.
I was telling a friend of mine I’m going to do this post and she was really confused. “Why the hell are you doing an anti-bucket list of stuff you never want to do? It’s really counterproductive, isn’t it?” You might be thinking that too and, honestly, I was initially going to do it as a nice, ‘get to know me’ filler while I write other posts. Yet once I started, I realised that I’m actually more open to experiences than most people thought I was, including myself.
So, I’ll show you mine, then you show me yours…
There’s something strange but really fun about peeking into other people’s bags. Some are packed with receipts and old to-do lists (The Evil Assistant), other’s are organised to the nines (my grandma), some are so damn huge yet only house sunglasses and a wallet.
While I don’t just go snooping in other people’s bags, I do like “What’s in my bag” posts, although most of the time they’re just the usual crap in there. That’s why I decided to make the first Inside My Bag one that can be helpful to any modern performer, not just actors.
Some things are pretty obvious while some are overlooked and can be a lifesaver when you’re running to an audition. I’ve kept this list pretty unisex, however, if you think there’s something missing (mascara etc) that you always want to have, remember to put it in your little tool bag or whatever you want to house everything in your car.
As I typed the title of this inevitable swearing rantfest, I could feel any male readers I had just flung their computer out from in front of their face. Yep, it’s a period post. Tough. If you stay, though, I’m sure you’ll love how much my body likes putting me through.
Now, you are catching me at my worst with no filter, so I’m warning you now that below is some Sweary McSwearpants content.
Some, she says.