Last night, in the sold out main stage of the Comedy Bar, I hosted our graduation show for Comedy Girl. It was such a rush and now, as I come down, I'm trying to keep my perspective. It's probably just a natural physiological reaction. What goes up, must come down. I wish I had written this on the high. Here's to hoping I can keep any sneaky negative thoughts at bay. Because my logical mind knows that I heard laughs, that people congratulated me on a job well down. Not regular congratulations. The wide eyed kind. The "I can't believe you did that" kind. I have evidentiary proof that I should feel good, even great, so I will. Self doubt be damned. This is the gig though, right? Riding these waves. It's part of my training. It is a brave act to get on a stage. I feel cocky putting it that way but it is. There is a little bit of fear in all of us that do it, and we do it anyway. Going up on stage for stand-up, so far has a different quality of intensi
I did it. I stood on a stage with a mic next to a stool and I did my bit. It was much easier than I thought it would be, though I felt like I was bombing most of the time. I had prepared some material that was meant to go 3 minutes but I went way over. The nerves got to me, and honestly, so did my lack of preparedness. It was in front of a class, not technically a real audience. Then again, they are as good as a real audience. We were strangers when we started this class just last week. I like to think that any laughs I earned were real. I'll see what the recording will show. Our teacher has us record ourselves every time we do a bit or exercise in class. I'm doing the comedy girl stand-up 101 workshop at the comedy bar in Toronto. Something that has been a long time coming. Not as long as wanting to get up on stage and do stand-up. That is something I've wanted for a while. I keep trying to remember but I don't remember the first time I wanted to do it. It may act