I just noticed that I’m in love with improv right now.
I get on stage, and I do a shitty job, and I walk off giggling and itching to get back up there and give it another go. That was fun, but I coulda done that one thing better, so let’s have a do-over, I’ll get it right this time, yeahhhh!
This has not always been my attitude. In retrospect, I think I have DCM16 and autumn hypomania to thank. But yeah, this is what I’ve been striving for for the past year.
…Welp, guess we can shut the doors on this blog of improv angst. *wipes off hands and rides into the sunset*
(Don’t worry, we’ll return soon with a brand new season of fear-borne existential crises! Stay tuned.)