Was talking with an old friend for the past few hours on the phone. I’m glad that I did. I mean, I have this decent phone plan and I don’t take enough advantage of it. Plus, I figured that having some voluntary social contact with friends would do me some good. Our conversation helped me to re-frame my perspective in a couple of areas. For example, no matter how much I insist that I’m quite introverted, I actually lean more toward extroversion.

That really made me think about the whole improv class thing that I’ve been pursuing. I’ve justified taking the class to myself by saying that I wanted to do something that was totally and completely out of my comfort zone. That’s fine, and it makes me actions seem all that much more impressive. However, if I were to just breathe out and take a step back to examine the situation, I’d realize that improv isn’t that far out of my wheelhouse at all. With my propensity for loudness, the ability to act larger than myself, and the guts to be occasionally shameless, I’d say this all totally within reach. I’m not saying it’s not challenging, because it damn well is, but I can say this doesn’t really make me crippled with fear. Does that make sense?