Improv weirdly exposes your psychological flaws, and I love that. Today, I got personal notes from my Magnet Level 6 improv class, which is pretty much a three-month audition for the theater’s house teams. I was told the same thing I keep telling myself in life: you have great instincts, just make a choice about who you are. I could probably not read into it, but so often in my improv scenes, I wait until the other person’s done something, and then I respond (super hilariously!).
Too often I define myself relative to others, in improv and in life. It should be simple. Pick an emotion, say stuff, respond to stuff, discover what’s funny. But there’s no responsibility if i just react to them. To their scene. If I merely add to their idea, and it fails, I did my best to make their idea funny. No fault of mine. Because I fearfully made them make the first move. And I think that’s true of a lot of things that aren’t going the way I’d prefer in life. I’m waiting to react. I want someone else to make the first move. So I’m working on first moves.