Today is my 2 year improv anniversary! Two years ago today I was just a fresh-faced, recent college grad who really, really didn’t want to go to this improv class because I was terrified and I had chosen to wear a grey T-shirt, which I was horrified to realize about halfway through my NJ Transit trip into the city was not hiding my profuse sweating very well. But I had already paid for my train ticket, and the class, so I went. And improv and I have been dating seriously ever since.
I am so grateful to everyone who has helped guide me over these past 2 years. Improv is a bitch, but, at the risk of sounding obnoxious, it’s also the artform I think I had been searching for my whole life. Oops that sounded really obnoxious. Point being, I fell in love almost instantly two years ago and haven’t looked back since. It’s changed how I view the world and myself, I think made me a slightly less anxious person overall, and shown me that I can actually be the creative person my mother always insisted I was.
So now, two years later, I love you more than the day I met you, improv. Let’s get a dog together.