Recently my friend Adam compliment a buffalo chicken dip I made and I asked if I ever considered culinary school. Although, that could have been an insult. “Think your cooking is good? Wrong! Go to school, get some training! Betty Crocker? More like…you suck!” I don’t actually think that. It was very complimentary in tone, plus the part when he said the food was good. But I have this thing, self-doubt the professionals call it, where I question these sort of compliments, usually.
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I sat on the L train, staring out the window at Chicago passing by. I was with three of my best friends and surrounded by strangers. But I felt lost and alone. I knew in the next few months I would be let go from my job. I had no idea what was next for me. With each stop, I considered running out of the doors and disappearing into the city, assuming it would provide an answer. But I’m not that impulsive. I would need much more of a plan. But above those doors I did see something. It was an ad for Second City improv classes.
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I was only casually watching the Oscars. I can tell you there were some great moments. Leo finally winning and Lady Gaga’s powerful performance to name a few. But I think my favorite moment came from the acceptance speech of Inside Out director Pete Docter. “There are days you’re gonna feel sad…that’s nothing you can choose, but you can make stuff. Make films. Draw. Write. It’ll make a world of difference.”
I absolutely love this.
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