Tuesday, January 29, 2019

A dark night, turned bright

I was feeling hopeless. Why was I doing stand up comedy? No one thinks I am funny. I never get booked. These thoughts were stirring in my mind in a frenzy. I wasn’t conscious and I was suffering.  Somehow, I put myself in this horrible state of mind. I had been doing the things to improve and I had new habits of productivity that seemed to work.  I had become identified with the work I was doing. I was expecting results and I didn’t get what I thought should happen. I had forgotten the joy that comes from immersing myself into an activity that I love to do for the sheer fun of it. My state of mind was out of control. I thought I should just quit this. There is no point in continuing on this way. I wanted to cry and just hide away.

I wish I could say that I became aware of my self-hatred and my suffering went away right then, but it didn’t. I was awake for most of the night with my head spinning with all the negativity I could summon. I eventually fell asleep. I know this because I was awakened by the alarm. I was feeling pretty clear now and started thinking about what had happened last night. I am learning enough of myself that I am able to discern why I do the things I do. I believe that just paying attention to why, has helped me tremendously to become conscious. Besides it is a process, so sometimes it trial and error..

I decided that I did like doing stand up comedy, a lot. It was so much fun to do when I didn’t worry about how it was going to turn out. I love writing jokes and laughing while I work them out. It is fun to try them out on friends and family. Telling them onstage is wonderful too, it’s the best part. Then you can see right away how your sense of humor corresponds with the audience. It is instant feedback. With all this good stuff, why was I suffering? I wanted people to see how important this was to me. I wanted to be recognized as a comedian and get booked in clubs. These were egotistical expectations, that could never be placated.

I thought about these things for a while. I was tired of suffering and I had enough awareness to realize that I was causing my pain. I felt that I could live with letting go of ever being famous or loved for doing stand up. So I consciously decided to drop any expectations of receiving anything from the act of doing stand up. I will no longer let judgement distract me from the art of doing my thing.

This judgement thing is a double edged sword. Sure the weight of others judgements on me takes away from the focus of doing, but so does my judgement of others. I will be angry because the guy next to me is living my dream. I want to be living the dream not him. Indulging in this type of thinking is such a waste of valuable energy. Letting go of this and just allowing life to flow has freed me up in a big way, I actually feel lighter, physically. I like that.

It’s pretty funny how you get tested right away, when you are making new distinctions in life. I was no longer suffering in regards to doing stand up. It felt good to go do a set with absolutely no expectation. I was going to try and be funny and that was it. And I was! I started having great sets. Then I was told that a set I had recorded last summer was going to drop on a PBS show. I was pretty excited about that. Not a day later, I was messaged by a friend who said they heard me on the Comedy Radio Station in Denver. My excitement was building pretty quick. I am getting booked and it is great! Still, I have to be conscious that these very things could cause me suffering down the line. Stick to my path and do my best with no egotistical expectations.


I am not saying don’t make plans. There is expectation in that. To say I expect to profit from this project is a strong goal. There will be a measurable outcome. Those expectations help to create action that will achieve the desired result. Still it is a joy to give completely of yourself in action. That is where my fulfillment is. Action.

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A dark night, turned bright

I was feeling hopeless. Why was I doing stand up comedy? No one thinks I am funny. I never get booked. These thoughts were stirring in my...