Before my foot decided to throw one of the most dramatic tantrums I’ve ever seen and land me in the hospital, I had the absolute joy of presenting not one, but TWO live shows on BBC Radio 1, as part of the Christmas presenter takeover. But what I realise, is that for those who don’t want to be radio presenters – so, the majority of the population – it was a bit of a shock to see me graduate from Durham University in June, move to London in August, and then end up presenting on BBC Radio 1 by the end of December. So, let me explain a little of how that happened – although, even with the explanation, the fact that it happened is still pretty ludicrous, but I’ll give you the context anyway! 🙂

I’m not one of those people who has always known exactly what they wanted to do. As a child, I went through the motions of wanting to be a Disney princess one day, an architect or archaeologist the next, a singer on X-Factor some mornings, and then there was that time when I really wanted to be a waitress. Even though I can’t stand for long or walk long distances. We can put that one down to wishful thinking. More than anything, my priority was always to end up in a job that I enjoyed; I didn’t want my disability to force me into something boring, simply because it’d mean that I could sit down all the time. Even when I was at university and I was telling people that I wanted to be a translator working within the music industry, I didn’t really know that that was what I wanted to do, nor did I have any clue whether that job existed in the first place – I just thought the idea sounded pretty cool, and I guess it gave me something to say whenever a relative posed the question.

Whilst studying at Durham University, I took up student radio. I had my own show in my first year, where I sat for an hour and played my favourite songs whilst some of my mates back at college would occasionally tune in. I interviewed a few student artists and then got involved with a group of students who were trying to organise a music festival – though the festival, unfortunately, was one of the many casualties of COVID: R.I.P.

I loved having these little projects, but they definitely weren’t my priority; it was only in my second year that I started to think of maybe pursuing a career in radio. During the third (?), maybe second (?), lockdown, one of the only things that I was able to do was student radio because we could all broadcast our shows from our bedrooms. So, I took it upon myself to start emailing some of my favourite musicians and ask them whether they fancied doing a zoom interview for the radio. Naturally, I talked the station up in the hopes of getting some responses, but I didn’t expect to talk my way into interviews with musicians from across the UK, the USA, Australia, and that random lad I spoke to who’s from Sweden. (He was stunning by the way; it took me a hot minute to recover from that Facetime). And so it was these interviews, as well as my spontaneous attendance at the Student Radio Conference in April of last year, which led me to decide that I actually might give this radio presenter thing a go.

Since making that decision less than 12 months ago, I’ve worked incredibly hard to get into the radio and broadcasting industry, but if I’m honest with you, the graft really hasn’t felt like work to me. Of course, there have been moments over the past five months since I moved to London when I’ve been totally burnt out and exhausted (*cough* ended up in hospital needing an operation *cough*), but that’s been because getting into an industry like this one rarely happens overnight, so I have to work a million jobs and be in a million places all the time so I can make my rent, and also say yes to as many opportunities as possible in order to get myself where I want to be. Therefore, the part-time jobs definitely felt like work, but every time I did a shift at a radio station or made a demo, it was so much fun that I would’ve sat and done it for hours. In fact, there have been plenty of times when I’ve done exactly that.

Everything I’ve said so far has hopefully shown you that I am totally in love with this profession, but I’d be lying if I said that I don’t have to take my disability into consideration when thinking about a career. So, I can’t tell you how much of a relief it’s been to me (and probably my parents) that I’ve managed to fall in love with a job that allows me to take care of my feet, without being made to feel like I’ve compromised myself to put my disability first – especially given that the working world is so disgustingly inaccessible, that it was never inevitable that I was going to be able to get the best of both worlds like that. But hey, I managed it! (Coincidentally!)

And yet, just because I secured my place in the BBC Christmas takeover, this doesn’t mean that I’m now definitely going to be a radio presenter full-time; there’s still plenty of grafting and networking and emailing still to be done. Nonetheless, I’m very aware of how lucky I am to only be 23 and to have found a profession that I can and want to pursue, and I’d like to think that it’s only a matter of time before I get to have my name permanently on a schedule.

It can be tricky to choose the thing that you love over the simplest route; a lot of the time there’s no guarantee that it’ll work out, and there are a lot of people in this world who don’t have (or think that they don’t have) the ability to take that kind of risk. But if you have the space to try, then I’m going to go all motivational speaker now and tell you that you shouldn’t let fear stop you. I don’t know if this radio career thing is going to work out for me any time soon, or at all, but if it doesn’t, then at least I know that it wasn’t for lack of effort.