I can't quite believe it all ends tomorrow night. But since I began this blog with a very emotional piece on the initial split, a lot has happened. The Quarter Life Crisis reigns supreme but at the very least, there's some development in a few areas of my life.
I've been really lucky with my work situation, the gorgeous ladies at Britain Does Vintage have placed their belief in me to the point where I'll be with them in the office three days a week as well as taking on event days too. Out of, what feels like, nowhere and with zero qualifications, I appear to work in events and digital marketing as I have also nabbed an amazing position with an exciting local arts organisation. More on that to follow soon.
My first fight was so awesome and I'll officially be training for my next one from next week. Farhad said tonight to a new gym member that "Gina has more bollocks than most men to get in the ring and fight." That was the nicest thing he's ever said about me. To be seen as one of the gyms' fighters is pretty cool, though I've got some hard work heading my way, that's for sure.
The Bobby Pins
I know, right?
Well Gina, it's all falling into place, right?
Kinda.
You see, there's this gaping hole. It lies at the pit of my stomach or the small of my back. Part of me thinks that perhaps I just need to get over the split and it'll go away, or get filled with career success, a loving relationship and a full function singing schedule and then I'll be satisfied. Last night I sat in my car listening to a live lounge on Radio 1. I'm never going to do that. I saw The Half Earth perform and thought, gosh he's good, he has a great year ahead of him. I don't. Oh but it's OK, you're playing with Stoney,you'll be gigging in 2015. But it isn't mine. As wonderful as everything I've already mentioned is, I'm not happy with it all. I'm not ready to accept that this is the end of my time as a singer, songwriter or performer in my own creative right.
I'm quite scared to admit this publicly, but there it is. The spanner in the works.
I think I'm turning into one of those follow your dreams types.



Oh love, this isn't the end of the book, just the end of the chapter. I get the feeling there are still big things to come.
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