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
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