I'm a journal-er. Yes, I'm a writer, so it would make sense that I journal. But I really journal. Lots. And most of that never sees the light of day. It's the writing I know I'm not gonna share with anyone else, and therefore, I can be free to write anything. Anything. (Sidenote: When I … Continue reading Letters to Myself
Me: Hey, why do you think it is we're still single? Me Again: Maybe it's because we're talking to each other.
It happened! I'm feeling better! Wooty-woot-woot! It's funny, how when you're feeling better, you just KNOW it. But when you're not feeling better, you don't even remember what feeling-better feels like. Yesterday Me: Am I feeling better today? Me Again: Maybe. I think so. Me: Yeah, me too. I mean, it feels like … Continue reading Hallelujia!
Sometimes, I think I take myself too literally.
Trying to explain the understanding that comes with age to one who is young is like trying to explain the beauty of flying to a caterpillar.
You cannot move your audience unless you are moved.
There's nothing sadder than someone trying really hard to be funny.
So once again, I look down at the pages of my notebook--the one I use when I'm coaching improv, teaching improv, and directing shows--and I notice that a note I wrote for creating an engaging and sincere moment on stage applies to creating an engaging and sincere moment in life. It matters less what we … Continue reading improv and life….once again…
I sure am lucky that I'm such a happy person. Otherwise, I'd be miserable.