Sober in the City: I Followed My Fear and Found Myself

A black stool and microphone stand in a spotlight on an otherwise empty, dark stage.

I’ve flirted with the idea of improv for awhile now, but the thought of emitting that amount of vulnerability scared me to death. I used to hide my vulnerability by binge drinking a ton of whiskey, but this year, I’ve decided to face it head on.

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