Soft lobs

I never want to be THAT GUY who rehashes every single practice/ class/ show. It went. It was. Let’s grab some drinks and forget about it, and then come back and do the same thing next week.

That said:

I left practice last week feeling dumb and wondering why I do improv, largely for the reasons I outlined in this post. I’m too slow. I miss opportunities. I miss gifts. I make poor choices. Et cetera.

And after I’d sat around being miserable about that for a while, I realized: no. I mean, yeah, all that regrettable shit happened, but I also caught several lobs (not an actual comedy term) where someone sets up an obscure second beat or pattern, and their initiation relies on you to see where they’re going and give the “correct” response. I love watching improvisers do that. It’s the smartest, funniest, most admirable thing in the world to me. And I caught a few.

So, self: you will continue to regret your regrettable shit, but you will also continue to do things you never thought you’d be able to do. It will not happen overnight. It will be messy. Stick with it. You might surprise yourself.

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