After 1.5 years, 3 revues, 10000000000000 shows at Second City, I retired from Main Stage in January. I loved that job with my whole heart, was pretty damn great at it, if I may say so myself (AND I CAN), but it was time to move on.
And goddamn does it feel great to be back in the real world.
It’s been almost two months since my last show and instead of hitting the ground running like I thought I would do when I was finished, I’ve taken this time to do something I haven’t done in a really long time:
Aside from a bit of work (Baby Girl has her addiction to glamour to feed, after all) and doing the occasional improv show here and there (like Hook Up… go see it Saturday nights at Bad Dog 9:30 $15), I’m taking it really slow getting back into whatever “real life” is because, quite simply, I can. After spending what seems like a long time doing 8 shows a week, and only taking 2 weeks off in a calendar year, I definitely missed out on a lot of things like spending quality time with friends and family and myself. Quiet moments, loud moments, all of it. My time was never really mine to spend freely, because it always came with having to do a show that literally and figuratively sucks everything out of you every. single. night. It was always worth it, but it can’t go on forever, nor should it.
I gotta fill up the tank again. Live my damn life. Find new shit to talk about. And like… find a new dream?
Oh woe is me, right? Poor Ann achieved a goal she set out for herself years ago. And she was too busy living in the moment of it to figure out a new one. WHAT A BUMMER.
So now I’m back. Back to what? Mostly I’m back on my bullshit*. I’m open to suggestions on new dreams/goals because right now my only goal is to be half as funny/beautiful/talented as my personal favourite break-out stars from RPDR Trixie & Katya.
OH ALSO I’M GOING TRAVELING TO ASIA FOR 7 WEEKS STARTING IN APRIL SO YEAH THINGS ARE PRETTY FUCKING FINE OVER HERE, MAN.
I’ll be blogging more in preparation for that, SORRY ‘BOUT IT.
*bullshit = lying in bed watching IG stories of 22 year old boy thirst traps