Before it happened, I was thinking it might be my last show for a while. I just don’t spend the time I should on my material. I don’t have the stamina for open mics. I don’t have the discipline to make myself write every week like I should. Time and again, I prioritize other things over writing: cooking, working out, reading, watching television. Sleeping. And rather than feel bad about it, I figured I would just put my comedy on the back burner. Maybe come back to it when I felt I had more to say or when I had more time to make myself do things.


But then it happened, and now I don’t know. It’s not that arduous to put a set together twice a year. And it’s such fun. A focal point for an evening with friends. A rare position of just…making people laugh…for the sake of it. I like attention as much as the next guy, but there’s something different about being in the spotlight and seeing rows of faces lit up with laughter. And the energy you get from it lasts for hours afterward. Maybe I will still put comedy down for a while, but it’s turning out to be a harder decision than I would have thought.