Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Two bombing stories in a row! Can you tell I haven't had my Wheaties?
Yesterday, I was slated to perform at Caroline's for The World Series of Stand-up. Unfortunately the show was cancelled. Fortunately, I dodged my own bullet. I have had such a bad attitude about performing lately, that I was convinced I would fail. I was toying with the idea of going on stage and just playing recorded music from the last time I was put on hold by tech support.
Every time I have gone up I have lost to whoever I was pitted against. I felt the same as when I was six, and went bowling with my family. So many of my balls had veered into the gutter, that on my next turn, I saved the ball the trouble and deposited it directly to the gutter THEN rolled it. My parents scolded me for being a spoiled sport and a quitter, which just made me feel worse.
The lesson I did not learn then, that I am supposed to learn now, is that failure is not trying. So did I fail since I did not have to try? I pondered this dilemma by eating a Cinnabon for dinner.