Off to level 2.

Level two starts tonight. My improv class. I am no longer a beginner, although in the grand scheme of Chicago Improv I am quite the beginner.

The first class is always so hard. New people. New expectations. New teacher. It brings out the wallflower in me, for sure. At least a couple people from level one will be in the class, so I won’t be totally alone.

Breath in, breath out. Brush my teeth. Go to class.