I remember before starting comedy, a comic said to me “Don’t ever say no. Say yes to EVERYTHING.”
I immediately said no to this.
I started comedy to prove to myself that I could. It is a double edged sword. True, I’m not constantly seeking attention and approval from others, but at the same time, I’m not constantly seeking attention and approval from others. I don’t really hustle. I think there is a certain power to that neediness what-have-you, a driving force for get-up and go.
The little old world grandmother in my subconscious finds my life choices terribly crass. Part of me is appalled that I do this, the other part is in disbelief. But at the end of the day, I’m glad that I’m a comic and I’m not remotely interested in giving it up. Though my progress feels slow and gradual, I keep chipping away, slow but steady.
Next month is my one year anniversary. It feels like decades. As is, I feel a million years old.
Here’s to the years ahead (vitamins, please).