No, not a typo. This was an improv team I was once on. I’ve decided I’d like to get back into improv. I went to Don Berns’ funeral yesterday. So much laughter, so many tears. A truly wonderful send off to a man who lived with passion. And it hit me hard this past week,…

I can’t remember the last time I had a seriously good, tears-streaming-from-the-eyes, laugh that went on and on and couldn’t be stopped. On the plus side, today was the first day in over a month where I ventured outside without a need to accomplish something and, despite the fingers getting a bit numb, I enjoyed…

I’ve got a very important decision to make in the next 24 hours. My gut is telling me to leap, the signs say it’s the best possible move for me, yet I still hesitate. Fear of the unknown? Fear of failing? Where is the improviser who said ‘yes and’ to life? Why am I dragging…

So I just did something I’d been contemplating for over a month but was always in panic mode when wanting to do it. I booked a vacation. One week, Veradero, Cuba. Last week in January. And not one panic attack the entire time. Because dammit, I think I need this.

It’s January 1st and I’ve done absolutely nothing today. That’s not true. I shaved. And had my second anxiety attack of 2015. Goddammit. They’ve been getting more frequent lately. Mostly when I contemplate my future, making plans. I can name a dozen reasons in favor of something, but it only takes one negative to light…

Found them in a song. All I’ve got for tonight, but it’s something.

Wow, I really sloughed off in early fall. The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,300 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips…

There was something specific I was going to write about tonight. Even had a title. It’s gone now. Maybe it’ll come back. That’s the thing about (my) memory. The stuff you want to remember slips easily into the background, while the stuff you’d prefer to forget is front and center. And I’m so tired of…

I suffer from depression. This is not new. I’m currently in a downswing; this is not new. That I find myself asking myself if I’m okay, that’s me managing the depression. Again, not a surprise. The answer is always the same. “No.” Or my favorite, “shut up, Steve”. (Kudos to anyone who remembers the old…

Therefore, I have to rediscover mine. Because I’m tired of feeling this way. Envisioning: 1) A new place to live, above ground 2) Better working hours 3) Start writing again, even if it’s just daily crap in this blog (it’s a start) 4) Maybe an improv class, to shake off the rust and rebuild my…