Growing

So, today my improv team lost the inferno at the magnet and I didn't get a callback for a Harold team at UCB. Should be bummed, right? But, I actually feel more confident instead. Strange- I know, but it is true.

I am more confident that I love improv, more confident that I love performing with TidbiT, and more confident with myself as a person. It may take a few days to process why I am having this reaction, but I think it may be due to the fact that I am growing as a person- and as an improvisior. I know that I am signifigantly better than I was a year ago and am confident that I will be signifigantly better next year. (With writing I feel the opposit - feel like with each passing year I have more and more trouble forming a sentence on paper.)

Who knows, who I will meet (or more importantly who will get to meet me) this next year- how our paths will cross or innertwine or where my road will lead. In the past I was alway so concerned with getting places I didn't enjoy the journey. I hope this part of me is being sloffed off so the part of me able to live in the present is able to enjoy this life of mine that has so many wonderful things in it.

Why is life in this day and age a competitive sport?