I have another improve performance on Sunday. Despite a series of nightmares where I’m on stage with no pants, or with my dog (and she isn’t following any of the improv rules) I’m very worried that I have not worried enough this time. The last time I went on stage I put in dozens of high quality worrying hours. The show was a success and I can’t help but feel like all the hard work I did worrying really paid off.
At least I’ve got a couple of days to put in some good time, although I really wish I had started freaking out weeks ago. See, I think I spent way too much time running out my anxiety at the gym when I should have been sitting on my couch watching my hair fall out from stress. Damn. Well I guess if I bomb this weekend I’ll have hard evidence and a better system to follow for next time.
Ok, here’s goes everything.
