Popped My Improv Cherry...and it wasn't at Prom..it was in Shop Class!

So I want to talk about Improv, but it's difficult at 11:01 as I watch the 2nd helping of overtime for my red wings. I still can not get over that shot from Pittsburgh at 34 seconds left. I must say....if I was a fan I woulda been shitting everywhere..and yelling...and jumping. But instead I am literally CRINGING.

Double Overtime is Double Bullshit.

HOWEVER.

Being a part of the W.I.M.P was an incredible experiance. I'm still feelin it. I was proud of myself. And after much trepidation, I made my debut as an improviser.
I performed with a fever and with the worst nervousness of my life. I couldn't have done it without the unreal support of my troupe, Shop Class.
Seriously such a great dynamic to be a part of. Supportive, fun, creative, and united. I feel so lucky to be a part of a group that acts as Improvisers should. About creating something together, not about egos and bullshit and looking cool or funny. Shop Class really is about making the 'group' look good. Helping each player. A team. "I have your back and you have mine." Truly believing this made me feel fearless as soon as we stepped on stage.

I'm so blessed to have shared my first experiance with such great people. I'm very excited to see what happens next.

I heart Improv.

I wish things were like that in all parts of my life. I'm glad to get away from comedy for a bit. Take a break from some places and some people. I need some time for myself, to breathe and think. Sometimes I feel like I take a step forward, and then someone else takes 5 steps back. Sometimes I wish everything wasn't so complicated. That things could be simple and pure and just be.

For more arty bullshit, visit my blog again.

Thanks.

CDL