Description: Artist. Author. Comedian.
Artist. Author. Comedian.
Call me crazy but sometimes I like being sad, it feels comfortable like my favorite knit sweater. It’s hard to take off because I love wearing it- the sadness and my sweater. It’s easier to feel this way when Josh is out of town and I am alone all the time. Old ways of thinking slowly return, voices that tell me I will never be good enough, and like a good friend, I agree.
Maybe I have more unpacking to do with a therapist. Maybe I should actually find a therapist. I set out to find one nearly 7 years ago and accidentally landed myself in a standup comedy class. I’ve been doing comedy ever since and still no therapist. Being a comedian without a therapist is like being a trapeze artist without a net- you’re flying high until you crash down into the nothingness. Not such a fun gig then, is it? I’d start looking for a therapist now but I’m just so tired of spending money on eve