Before I know it, I'll be heading to Vermont for three weeks of intensity and limit-pushing. You know that if I voluntarily wake up at 7am every day for 3 weeks, I'm invested.
And until then, struggles to find balance between innumerable obligations... realizing that failure has not even crossed my mind, let alone not being an option.
Improvisations finding themselves cared for a lot, and not at all. How difficult it's been to invest my analysis the way I once did. But in a way, perhaps that is what I've needed... to let go, to not have time to worry about did I do this? or how could I have done that? Another part of the journey, I suppose. And yet, I find that the improvs have been finding some semblance....
Here we go, Day 317: https://ia600800.us.archive.org/3/items/Improv62612/20120626211058.mp3
And until then, struggles to find balance between innumerable obligations... realizing that failure has not even crossed my mind, let alone not being an option.
Improvisations finding themselves cared for a lot, and not at all. How difficult it's been to invest my analysis the way I once did. But in a way, perhaps that is what I've needed... to let go, to not have time to worry about did I do this? or how could I have done that? Another part of the journey, I suppose. And yet, I find that the improvs have been finding some semblance....
Here we go, Day 317: https://ia600800.us.archive.org/3/items/Improv62612/20120626211058.mp3