No. No, I was not in Vancouver and hanging out by the penalty box.
Although, sometimes I might belong in a penalty box - and yeah, I've been known to frequent a hockey game or two...but I wouldn't be caught dead in a Vancouver Canucks jersey! I'd rather run naked through the streets of Calgary.
Speaking of naked - it's about time I bared it.
I...I am admittedly a less than confident woman.
There. I said it. It's out there. I have self esteem issues.
Sometimes I don't particularly like myself (strangely, this happens a lot on my dates). Surprised? You shouldn't be. Anyone who knows anything about me knows there's a little neurotic side. But it's okay, I've learned to embrace the little beast - and I've found a few outlets to let her out, dabble, tease...and then fold her back in again before she gets the rest of us in trouble.
As some of you may know, I have recently taken my writing antics onto a little stage - the comedy stage, and I have to admit - I've been bitten. It's strangely addicting. It's a high like I haven't felt since I ran track and field - a euphoria that leaves everything else pale, a drug that I think about daily and wonder if I can handle my next fix if it's not in an enclosed, carefully planned and safe environment. You see, I have been doing this stand up with the help of a group called Wit and Writing for Women. This group has taught me some basic skills for comedy, encouraged my writing, and has also arranged for those of us who were interested - to go on stage in front of a live audience that we have invited. It's a lot of work. a lot of fun, and in a very safe environment.
But now enters my jonesing...I've hit the stage twice - and I liked it. By jove, i think I LOVE IT. As you may guess - my jokes are a little racy (I love to talk about sex and my experiences - or, the lack thereof...). One of our group told me that her husband said to her after our last show: 'that Serena, she just gets dirtier and dirtier...' I'm not quite sure how to take that, but I've decided it's okay. I mean - 'cause it's true. True confession: I like dirty jokes. I like to make fun of my experiences. I like to talk about my frustrations. I'm just not doing it in the comforts of my home or at my psychologist's office - I'm doing it on a stage.
But now is the next step. I'm thinking about taking off the water wings and jumping in the deep end. I'm not going to plug my nose, either. I'm going in. Eyes squeezed shut, heart pounding in my chest and I'm baring it all, baby...and I promise to share the experience.
I'll bare it - if you'll read it!
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