Good things come to those who...try, try and try again.

Tonight was another reminder of why I chose to call this blog Burnley girl's blog. As most writers will agree titles are incredibly important for what you write. I guess I am made up of parts of many different things, part Scottish girl, part London girl, part Media girl, part Traveller girl, part Student girl...but I am, and always will be, for the most part a Burnley girl.

Burnley just beat Arsenal 2 v 0 in the quarter finals of the Carling Cup and already the headlines are celebrating the Burnley Big Mac or the Burnley Beast and rightfully so!
This is the first time in 25 years that they are in the semi finals of the Cup, the third time in a row they've beaten a London Premiership team to get here and the fourteenth goal (including penalties) they have scored to prove they deserve it.
Watching the game on my TV made me feel both incredibly close to Burnley and yet so far away from it at the same time.
I longed to be amongst the crowd, my voice coarse, my hands raw and my toes frozen cold.
I realised that me wanting to be there wasn't just excitement at how amazing the game was it was actually me wanting to remember who I am.

Recently, a couple of people have told me how they have left me to figure things out myself because they thought I was tough enough to cope without their help.
I had started to feel that they'd let me down or neglected me in some way.
I know that although on the one hand, everyone needs help and I am only human, on the other, they are completely right.
The tougher things are the deeper you have to dig down into the true nature of who you are and some, if not most, of that is determined by where you're from.
The characters in my latest play are from Burnley and I'm from Burnley and tonight I was reminded what that meant.
People from Burnley are not afraid to be the underdogs and relish the opportunities they are given where they get to work hard at what they love to achieve their goals.
I should not be afraid of the odds being stacked against me, of being left to struggle on my own every now and again or of the huge amount of hard work I have ahead of me to achieve my golas and neither should the characters in my play.
If I can't remember that then I will be nothing more than an exile who is letting the boys back home down.
But if I can live up to the challenges I face like the Burnley team keeps doing these days then I know I will have earned the right, regardless of where I live, to call myself a Burnley girl.