I had a show tonight. A show that was difficult to get to physically (it was raining the whole drive there) and emotionally: I am constantly balancing my own needs and those of my aging parents. #howdidwegethere
When I pulled into the theater parking lot I did not feel like doing comedy. I felt like pouring myself an adult beverage, curling up in bed, and letting the TV watch me.
But I’m a professional.
As I sat in the back of the room, watching the show, absorbing and gauging the energy of the audience three things happened:
I can’t tell you how often I get caught up in what I have not achieved professionally, and what I am losing personally. But it’s nights like this — even when I know, on the real, that I was not the venue’s first choice (I was a last minute fill in) that I show up with my “A” game because I don’t know how not to. (My “A” game is my default.) Because almost every time I step on stage I fall in love again with a decision I made at 25 when I didn’t know any better. Because I got the rare and beautiful opportunity to follow my heart; my dream, to be free.
And this, this is love.