Namaste Positive

Coming back to LA in the new year is always a bit weird. I feel like in England, at least in the circles I mix in (sorry!!), most people head into the new year a bit more chubby and a bit more fed up than they were the week before Christmas. This could be because the weather is always a bit rubbish, but mainly I think it's to do with the high volume of mince pies, Roses, Celebrations, Quality Street, chocolates off the tree, Christmas pudding, Baileys, Prosecco, Fox's chocolate covered biscuits etc., etc., etc., consumed during the festivities. Oh, and let's not forget the Lindor. Like my friend said, 'It's pretty much the only time we are eating chocolate on the way to the dinner table.' Ok, now that I've outed myself as a festive over eater, cut to getting on the plane to LA. I can't fly direct in the winter. Not that I'm saying if everyone was to get on the plane in Manchester that would make me feel better. Ok it probably would. When you change planes in one of the inevitable hubs (New York usually, Atlanta this year) and you get to the gate to board, you realise that not everyone does the same thing over Christmas or if they do then their supermodel genes mean it's just not evident. There is nothing more depressing than boarding that LAX bound plane in January with the Hollywood folk who look like they didn't even have their cheat meal over the 'holidays'.

Being back wasn't so bad (apart from being greeted by torrential rain when I landed.) I had my first audition of the year. A great start as I'd only been back for a couple of days. It was for the part of a sloth. How apt! Well, except I was feeling quite positive and energetic about the start of the year but maybe my headshot tells a different story. I don't know what else to tell you about this. The Scot's first reaction was, 'Tell me you're not going.' I went. I think I was quite good.

I went back to yoga. I call it yoga, they call it deep stretching. The girl at the desk couldn't remember my name, she greeted me with, 'It's been a while.' Obviously, I'm the only one taking time out for the feastive period! I'm not terrible at it but I'm not sure I'm going to reach a higher consciousness any time soon when my main thought at every instruction is usually, 'Are you serious?' It's dark in there, which is a bonus. I think that's meant to help you reach a meditative state but it's a bit of a plus and minus situation for me as I can't really see what I'm supposed to be doing but then other people can't see me either. 

So that's my first week back. Looking back over previous January blogs it's not that different to other years. In fact, it's better than most as I have somewhere to live, I didn't get stopped under suspicion of terrorism and it only took 22 hours. Who says I haven't cracked it?