The Realization of Relaxation

I feel calm. Not all the time, mind you, but more and more as I get on stage. I understand that there’s a natural progression and that the more you do something, the more comfortable you feel about it. But, I wasn’t expecting this.

I’ve started to just come up with topics or ideas off the top of my head and run with it. I’ll give it a go on stage with nary an ounce of trepidation. If it works, great. If not, well, I’ll try it a few more times just to make sure.

I’m starting to feel like I want to take more risks. I want to get into crowd work. Add a little bit of uncertainty into the foray. Am I being over confident? Am I playing with fire? Perhaps, but playing with fire is how steel was invented. Not to say that I’m comparing my budding comedy career to steel, but maybe tin.

Next stop, aluminum.

The Show Must Go On

As I sit here waiting for the show to start, saddled with strep throat and a general malaise overall, my thoughts turn to the old saying, “the show must go on.” Fuck that noise, I feel like shit.