Yes…and…

At my age, I find I’m exactly like my 17-year-old self, except self-assured, and self-loving. It is very gratifying. I’m finally getting back to some of the things she loved…

I’m so gratified by the laughing smiling faces of my classmates, as Caleb and I perform.

At my age, I find I’m exactly like my 17-year-old self, except self-assured, and self-loving. It is very gratifying. I’m finally getting back to some of the things she loved – performing.

I had my debut show at UCB – Upright Citizens Brigade, the improv school founded by Amy Poehler and others. In an improve show, you are spinning the story in front of an audience and being funny and free. In this pic, I reveal my best strength, facemaking, and am quite happy to see the smiling faces of my improv troop – my new best friends – on the backline, behind me.

NOT WITHOUT STRESS THOUGH.

Full disclosure, this was an intense experience. I was certainly the oldest person in the class (oh, and the fattest, but who’s paying attention to that nowadays?). And of course, as I mentioned, you perform without a script or even any idea what you’re going to say.

I make faces. Who knew? But that’s what is funny about me. You only learn by trying.

Stress Dreams

I had a terrible stress dream the other night. A murderer was in my bedroom. His shadow was approaching me, asleep in my bed. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t.

I’m sure I’m not the only person to ever have this dream!!

I forced myself awake. My heart was pounding. I was sweaty. I went to the bathroom, drank a little water. I still felt certain, when I went back to sleep, I would go right back to the same dream. (No thanks!)

A-to-C Improv Tool

I used an improv tool I had just learned. A-to-C it. You take a concept and you go from A (Murderer) to B to C ideas and change it to something new.

  • I went from A – “Murderer” – which makes me think of a job.
  • B – “It’s his job” made me think: “this is his personal life. His time off.”
  • C – A murderer in my bedroom, on his time off made me think: “He’s my husband, home late, trying not to wake me, but coming to bed after a job.”

This made me smile. He’s my husband, the murderer, being considerate. I went back to sleep quite happily.

Live Dangerously

I’m enjoying an ageless, weightless time in my dear and exciting life. I hope you can live dangerously (and not feel it) too.

If living dangerously and pursuing long-held dreams includes writing a novel or memoir, stayed tuned! I’m nearly ready to come out with a relaunch of our writing club.

Happy Dreams as you pursue your early and persistent dreams.

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