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.
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?
How do 9-5ers make friends? Kickboxing classes? I am starting to chat with comics I like, but I have a complicated relationship with that.