A lot of
improv is happening and did happen this week. Super pumped for Performance
Level classes. Yesterday’s class was insane. I don’t think I’ve laughed that
hard in months.
Improv
for the past few months has felt like a chore. Something I was struggling to
stay positive with and something that seemed like it was lacking a crucial
component. I didn’t realize what that missing piece was until last night’s
class: being playful with no judgment.
It’s so
freeing as an adult to let loose and let whatever shit your brain is thinking
play out in front of you. Sometimes when I do improv I feel like I blackout
until I hear laughter. Losing yourself in being goofy and silly is immensely
gratifying. Getting to play and use your imagination is such an overlooked
skill and it makes me sad for people who don’t do improv.
I love
improv because it’s one of the few places where being yourself will get you
honest laughs. Thank god too. I couldn’t imagine not having this kind of
outlet.
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