I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing open mics, taking reruns of Seinfeld over social events, and treating myself. To a box of wine, a grocery run at the organic shop with the nice lighting, and most importantly- a good cry over nothing at all.
This weekend, I decided it was time to make a 2018 vision board and master eggplant bacon.
I could feel it, my new comedic voice bubbling up from old premises. She’s Lucille Ball, a little Jane Russel, with some Karen Walker mixed in. She’s the Mary AND the Rhoda.
How much “nothing” time can I give myself, what’s the magical balance point between nurturing my mental health while paying proper attention to my passions?
I decided I’ve got to do a better job setting myself up for the future. I’m already an aspiring comedian, for goodness sake. I need to do something my future self can be proud of.
Because it’s not about the noodles. It’s about the girl eating the noodles.
I may be on a mattress on the floor, but I’m looking up at the stars.