Apr 02, 2006 23:17
This sounds more depressing than it actually is: I finally realized that I'm allowed to enjoy and participate in things that I myself do not excel the most in.
We just finished the 24 hour improv-a-thon, and once more it was the best-thing-ever. Ever. Just. Awesome.
But, I mean, it wasn't awesome because I made it awesome, it was awesome because of so many other people's contributions. The stellar moments were from other people, and it was their dedication that kept the show going.
And normally I might feel a bit of resentment towards everyone who outshone me. Normally. Not this time.
I'm not the funniest or most talented improviser. I'm not a Josh Gondelman or a Ben Kuss. Well, that's cool. Because at least I know them. At least they make me laugh and play games with me.
For once, I have a path that I want to follow before me, and I can do other things for fun.
I feared failure for so long because I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life. I kinda still don't. But I've made a decision, and I'm damn good at the thing I've chosen to pursue. So now I can start doing things for the hell of it. I can start...maybe...relaxing.
Goddamn, I love the improv-a-thon.