I have spent the evening tonight looking over piano keyboards that are a wee bit out of my price range. They’re beautiful. And lovely. And maybe not what I think I want, but I currently have it in my head that – if I got a good keyboard – I’d be able to practice better.
(In case you didn’t know, the key to being better is just to practice.)
Which somehow led me to look up improv classes (maybe a creativity stream of consciousness?) at Second City, IO, and The Old Town School of Folk Music. Again, I don’t know what it is I want and I’m not sure what I’m really looking for. Again, they’re hella expensive.
At Second City, I also found comedic writing classes. That peaked my interest, but I think – if there were a second coming of a Tina Fey or Amy Poehler in this day and age – it might… not be me.
Anywho, goals, goals, goals for the future. I guess, if I were more willing to step out of my comfort zone, it wouldn’t matter if I found something I didn’t get. But I’m starting to think that I need to find something that gets me.
P.S. Speaking of “comfort zones,” I did that intramural dodgeball thing yesterday and GOT HIT IN THE FACE.
Have a good night, everyone.