It’s been a tough week gone, we lost Scott Pollock, and when I feel like I can do him justice I’ll write more about him. But right now, I want to talk about something he inspired in me. Finding joy in what is happening right now. Part of dealing with him passing, is that for all of us left behind, we need to do that for ourselves. Which is hard.
One of the things I’ve really been inspired to do is to get back to improvising more. I miss the agreement. I miss the feeling when two people create something that neither could’ve planned or expected, and love it. I miss feeling at peace with people. I miss feeling at peace with the world. It’s one of the unique gifts of improv. I won’t say it’s a form of therapy, but it’s certainly fried chicken for the soul. Quick, delicious, escapist and questionable in terms of content. But in the moment, whoa boy. It’s finger lickin’ good.
I’m organising a bunch of opportunities to improvise The Improv Conspiracy. Also, with The Improv Conspiracy’s school term finishing, I’ll finally get to rehearsing for The Big HOO-HAA! Melbourne, which I’m amped to do!
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