My god, it’s been a rough week. Can you tell, lovers and friends, when I’m really down? I try to keep my blog mostly upbeat, but I think you can tell. At the very least, Tuesday’s post was a downer.
I don’t know if it’s just my birthday or what, but I’ve been kind of depressed this week. I even gave up drinking for fear that it would make me sadder. *Including* passing up a margarita yesterday, which was a first for me. Mmmm margaritas.
But then, after Amanda and I met over burritos and lemonade to plan our comedy empire, we went to improv practice group.
I am currently between improv classes, and I hadn’t been to a practice group in three weeks. I was definitely rusty but I left feeling revitalized.
Improv class (or practice) is like playing with your friends for 2-3 hours. Like playing. Like the way playing was fun when you were a kid.
I guess I can’t convince you all to sign up for improv, although you should. And you should specifically choose long-form improv, btw.
But I can urge you to find your release. And make time to actually do it. Anything that gives you joy and strength is worth giving up a couple hours of “productivity”.