You know how sometimes you don’t know you’re sore until someone gives you a massage? Or you don’t realize you’re starving until you take that first bite of food? That’s what just happened to me. I just got my first taste of honest to goodness coaching on my comedy, from somebody who was serious about helping me improve and it made me so happy that I’ve literally been moved to tears. I know that seems to make no sense at all so let me explain.
For me, comedy is no laughing matter. I consider it right up there with music as the highest of all art forms with the power to transcend cultural boundaries and lift spirits. I spent the first 20 years of my life idolizing the work of all the comedy greats and the better part of the last 20 years trying my hardest to develop the skills that would earn me a deserved spot beside them.
I’ve never made any money at it so up till now it’s been considered my “hobby”. And it’s been a really expensive hobby (just ask my husband). I have spent countless amounts of time and money over the years taking classes, writing scripts and song parodies, and shooting and editing shorts and web series’. And I have continually sacrificed free time that could have been spent with family and friends all in the pursuit of one day getting the privilege to work in the field that I love so much with the people I so admire and the really crazy part of it all is that I continue to do it all year after year, with this persistent nagging voice in the back of my head that is not at all convinced that I am actually even funny – at least not intentionally anyway.
Over the course of those 20 years I have gotten very little in the way of feedback to counter this. Yes, I have had some wonderful friends and family who have believed in me from the beginning and have loved everything I do, and I don’t mean to minimize that at all, that has kept me going during times when I wanted to give up, but what I mean is that up till now I have gotten very little feedback from my peers, from those who take comedy as seriously as I do. I have felt out there on a limb and often times invisible to the industry I love so much… until today.
I know it’s just a tiny little beginning. A toe into something new and different but for me it feels huge because I now know to look for things that until now I wasn’t even aware I was needing to seek. (yeah, that’s Holly English right there) To go back to the analogy I started with: I was starving and didnt even know it and now I know where to eat. There is hope for me and my comedy.
Thank you Second City for existing. And thank you Kevin McGeehan for caring. I intend to be a humble student and soak up everything you have to teach me and to one day make you all proud to put my picture up on your wall right next to my heroes (and yes, especially you Harold Ramis.)