Another birthday

I was blessed to bring in year 45 with 100+ friends at improv camp (everyone was vaxxed, COVID tested, and temperature checked. Thank you Improv Utopia).

This last year I spent more time by myself than I ever have. I joke that I have fully embraced hermit life. But under the surface I have been afraid that I’ve lost the ability to connect with others.

I was a bit worried that I may not have it in me to go to another camp. I’d been to seven camps before the pandemic and it felt like another version of me had attended all those times.

I know that I’m not alone and that so many others have had feelings like this. But the mind sure can play tricks on you when you’re feeling the most isolated and the self-doubts are real.

Sometimes you have to fight those doubts and push yourself back out and I’m glad that I did. It also helps that improv camp is filled with the most kind and supportive people. And of course, very funny people! I have missed laughing that hard at dumb silly moments and bits. (I mean the very best when I say dumb silly).

While the doubts and challenging thoughts will inevitably return, I’m just so thankful for the joy I was able to be a part of for that weekend.