Magic Mike will make you feel fine

Sorry I’m late, I’ve been depressed, then happy, and depressed and, well you get it. “It’s just one of those days”, something I’ve heard myself say quite a lot recently. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, give yourself a break” my friends kindly tell me. The problem is, the only break I want is a breakthrough with my work. And to dance in a club in the dark with friends and sweaty strangers. And to be in a beach house in a hot country, getting paid to let my imagination go wild. As an extrovert it’s been a little more difficult than usual this year, not having people around to energise me and stimulate my creativity. At the start of (the first) lockdown I saw it as an opportunity to create as much as possible, to make the most of it, which I have at times, but with such a low energy in the air it turned out to be more difficult than I anticipated, not realising how much of an extrovert I am. I can easily spend a lot of time on my own, but too much is not good for me. Having my brother helping me to film comedy sketches was way more fun than filming on my own. We bounced ideas off each other, some of the best scenes happening spontaneously, and it gave me a new priority, to find a team to work with perhaps leading to my own production company one day.

If you’re feeling flat, it dulls your creativity, sometimes disappearing all together, making you feel worse and question whether you’re in the right line of work. Then you go for a walk and have a conversation with a handsome stranger in the street and feel embarrassingly good again for a short time. Around and around it goes, until you watch Magic Mike XXL (skipping to all the dance scenes obviously), talking and laughing with your friend on the phone, and you’re good for the week. That stripping scene in the shop is so funny it’ll fuel your happiness for at least a couple of days. Highly recommend.  

Wishing you all a Mike kind of magical 2021,

Sarah

 P.S. It was concluded that male strippers could be the saviour of our economy. Just turn those pound coins into paper and put on a show in every village, town, and city in the UK, and Bob’s your uncle. Though I really hope you don’t witness your uncle stripping. Let society crumble before that happens.