A Cheeky Update This Week!



šŸŽ­ Theatre, Tears, and Salmon: A Week in My Life

So! I’ve been cast in Give Us a Sign by the ridiculously talented Tony Domaille. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to love this character as much as I do—but she’s fierce, layered, and unapologetically herself. Which, let’s face it, feels very on-brand for me lately.

Rehearsals have been intense in the best way. There's something about throwing yourself into a role that makes everything else fade for a bit—like I get to breathe differently on stage. It’s not easy balancing it all with my health stuff, but somehow, when I’m acting, it feels less like surviving and more like living.


šŸŽ­ Billy Elliot Broke Us (In a Good Way)

I also went to see Billy Elliot with my bestie this week, and… yeah. We bawled. Me during Grandma’s Song, obviously (I mean, ouch), and him during Expressing Yourself, which absolutely wrecked him in the gentlest way. That moment where a kid just is himself and refuses to shrink for anyone? We both felt that in our souls.

We emerged from the theatre dazed, teary, and emotionally cooked. Highly recommend. 10/10 catharsis.


šŸ’‰ Plasma, Protein, and Pushing Through

Health-wise: I got a plasma infusion in yesterday, and today I even made it to the gym, which felt a bit like dragging a haunted Victorian piano uphill… but I did it. The walk alone is about 4k steps and that’s no small thing when your legs feel like warm blancmange. I don’t get there as often as I’d like—but when I do, I try to give myself credit. Showing up is half the battle.

Oh—and I’ve been eating loads of salmon lately. Turns out since cutting out red meat, my plasma hangovers have been way more manageable. Like, noticeably less awful. Fewer migraines, better recovery. Still not fun, but I’ll take any win I can get.


🩺 Dietitian Tomorrow

I’ve got another dietitian appointment tomorrow morning, so fingers crossed for a few more tips to fine-tune things. I’m basically just trying to keep my energy up, keep my immune system calm, and not fall into a nutrient-deficient puddle.

Anyway. That’s the latest from me: tears, theatre, treadmill, and trout (well, salmon, but it didn’t alliterate).

Be kind to yourself if you’re running on low. You’re still showing up—and that’s no small thing.

Love,
Clare Alexandra


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