When I was 20 years old I signed up for “Comedy Cabaret” at Columbia College for the fall semester. I had NO idea how to write a sketch but I spent the entire summer writing down funny ideas, lines, and what I thought to be scenes. I walked into my first day of class with about 20 full pieces of paper.

Two years ago I got accepted into the directors program. I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant when the offer came in. SC offered to let me defer for a year while I had the baby (soooooo glad I took that offer)

But from the moment I knew I got in I started to think about what I wanted my final project to look like without any idea of how to put a revue together.

I can’t not put into words what an amazing year this has been, I feel the happiest I have in a long time. I am so sad to see the year come to and end, but all I can think about is wanting to start a new process, what I would do different.

I am excited for tonight, and nervous. But as they say in the Olympics “It’s a lot of pressure but I have to trust my instincts at this point” I don’t know who the hell said that, but I saw it in a commercial and thought it was relevant.

Today plan to go to SC at 7pm print out playbills, grab a keyboard and have my MD understudy (yup opening night understudy) run songs with the cast. Then pace around with a look of terror on my face and hope I don’t make everyone uncomfortable. Then sit in the house and do nothing. That’s the plan anyway.