I went to see Professor Caitriona Ryan at the Institute of Dermatologists and she agreed it needed to go. Like many of us, I have been sunburnt an embarrassing number of times, something I thought about recently when a freckle on my stomach turned black. We consistently rank among the worst in the world - which is saying something, considering it’s not very sunny here.
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That might have something to do with our levels of skin cancer in Ireland. (A base for what? More freckles?) I grew up when sunscreen wasn’t something people used and, indeed, in my teens we thought rubbing baby oil on ourselves before we went out into the sun was perfectly reasonable. I’m of an era when it was thought sunburn was good for ‘getting a base’. I was inhabiting someone else - who’s half mad and very funny - and it was amazing. Words came out on autopilot initially, but then with more ownership. God, will the audience think I’m having a stroke? Am I actually having a stroke? The terror is indescribable, but it settled. I had no control over my facial expressions for about three minutes as my cheek muscles did their own thing.
My mouth was saying lines, but I was battling the fact that I was shaking - not just my hands or my voice, but even my face. It was a little bit like being in a trance. A pal of mine who is an actor had told me to ‘trust the work’ and I kept repeating that to myself like a mantra.Įventually, the moment arrived and I walked on stage at my cue. In fact, I didn’t want to do anything apart from curl up into a ball and not speak to anyone before going on stage. My lovely fellow cast members wanted to run lines, and I literally couldn’t. Seeing the stage set and lit genuinely made me feel like throwing up.
I cannot tell you the level of fear I felt arriving to the theatre. Is that a midlife crisis? Who knows.īut back to last night. But as I approached 40, it was like I woke up and thought, ‘Well, it’s now or never’. I had been long-fingering life in general, cruising through my 20s and 30s believing I’d loads of time. I realised in my late 30s that if I was ever going to do all the things I wanted to do in life, I’d better get cracking.
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So, columns like this one just about make their deadline I slide into my cinema seat just as the movie starts I arrive to my flight as the gate closes. I tend to long-finger things until the last possible moment. The other reason I’m a late bloomer is the same reason I’m a slow starter in many aspects of my life. It wasn’t until I was in my mid-30s that I realised there are far worse things than being crap at something - such as never trying something you want to do, just because you’re afraid. I absolutely longed to act and write, but the fact that I longed for it so desperately actually had an inverse effect on my pursuit of it in any meaningful way. God, youth is way less enjoyable than we let on.
I avoided doing things - even things I really wanted to do - if there was a chance I would fall flat on my face. One was the paralysing fear of failure I had when I was younger. Well, I’m sort of a late bloomer really, and there are two reasons for that.
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