i love the f word

I just read an article about a freshman at PENN who killed herself last week.

This reminds me how lucky I am to have a source of extreme vulnerability in my life, referring to improv. I saw a therapist in 2004-2005, which was successful in helping me grief the loss of a best friend. In 2010 I went to see a therapist at my college, which wasn’t productive at all, I wasn’t open, didn’t express my true struggles, made it seem like I had things all under control. It was such a lie, I was good at pretending. Until now, that had been the darkest time in my life, that’s where a lot of the things I’m experiencing now were originally stirred up. Now, I am experiencing the most fulfilling therapy sessions all thanks to the communication skills I have gained in the past 3 years doing improv. I have become more aware of myself, and others, and much more calm, patient, and understanding of the world around me. I must always remember that I can keep going, I CAN make it, and I can help others feel the same, if not through improv than by being an honest and kind person.

I wish she didn’t feel so helpless, I wish she could have made it.

Pablo Picasso

“Go and do the things you can’t. That is how you get to do them.”

“What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.”
“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.”
“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.”
“Everything you can imagine is real.”

premiere night 1/22

It’s that rush of adrenaline, like you’re playing your hardest but you know the buzzer is about to ring, and all you want to do is celebrate the victory with your team. That’s what tonight was like. I didn’t want the show to end but I also couldn’t wait to just give hugs and love to the 8 new amazing people who’ve proved over and over that they’ve got my back.

How you make others feel about themselves says a lot about you.

He points out parts of the picture that I’m ignoring. - Jill Bernard

I fucking hate Pinterest. I feel inadequate on a regular, everyday basis. (Im working on being nicer to myself.) Pinterest is a breeding ground for inadequacy.

I do get it, I get what it’s doing and I do use it, from time to time. I just don’t understand the obsession with it, I find it boring and mindless. It drowns the natural imaginative creativity within me and replaces it with mass produce shit that isn’t attainable or unique in anyway.