Holding On

Yeah. When I took my first improv class I was a very shy, timid person. As a friend described a few months ago, "You were mousy". I hate that word but I'm not going to deny the description. Well, maybe a little.

I didn't want to talk to anyone. I did talk to one person. I can't remember if he sat next to me before the first class, or if it was the second. Either way he struck up a conversation and helped ease my nerves. I'm proud to say he's one of my favorite improvisers now, and that I had a little crush on him. But what 17 year old girl wouldn't?

It's been almost two years (January 26!) since then. I can't believe I came out loving improv because it's such the opposite of who I thought I was (I've said this before many times). Or maybe it was just the opposite of whatever people thought of me and I was too afraid to break that notion until then.

Take chances. Do what you love or what you think you might love. Follow the Gilda Radner in your life. Whoever that may be. I've taken three other classes since then, workshops and an week immersion at Second City. I wouldn't change any of it for the world.