I'm thankful for it.
I remember several years ago bemoaning on livejournal that I wish I had one burning passion that I could focus my energies into. And now I do.
Improv has its ups and downs. Actually, it has mountains and valleys. I'm incurably emotionally attached to each and every show. If it goes terribly, I'm down on myself and the artform for days. If it goes well, I'll be chuckling to myself until the next show, reminiscing about the bits I can remember. I take that as a sign that it's something I care deeply about. But it's rough.
I'm not the strongest improviser, but at the very least I've made audiences laugh. And made new friends. And followed through on ideas. and met my girlfriend. and been paid to do comedy. and made a silent film.
I hope that 10 years from now I can say it's been worth it. I guess I'll find out.
Here's a video from our level one class, two years ago.
Fuck it. It's been worth it.