Last night I felt, for the first time, that I really loved standing in front of an audience and that as scary as it was, the pleasure factor, the ability to make people laugh and tell a story was so much fun that I actually enjoyed myself. I ACTUALLY ENJOYED MYSELF.
I have to repeat that because tomorrow, a few hours before I have to get up there and do it again, I will be thinking about leaving the country and wondering why I put myself through this really scary shit.
Several people came over to me afterward and told me how I had either captured their families, or were dealing with parents who are sick, or kids or whatever. And the laughs were there – although I know it always depends on each audience and that I just have to work with whatever is happening each night. So I have tonight off and I will rehearse. Zoe’s here, going through her things and I will help her this afternoon.
I figured out the ending for “Scrambled Eggs.” I also think maybe it should just be “Eggs.” But I can’t wait to sit down next week after all of this crazy stuff is over and start a re-write.
For today, I am grateful for all the good that is happening in my life and even though there’s plenty to worry about, and feel sad about, there’s also a lot to be excited about. I guess that’s life.