An imaginary, invented object was dropped and no one said a thing about it. Everyone just kept talking and no one dealt with this, now broken, imagined prop. When it fell to the ground, it disappeared as quickly as it was conjured. I was coaching a newer improv team the other night and I began to encourage them to play with the thing that went “wrong” in their scenes.
It makes me think: of how I do everything but play with what goes “wrong” in my life and how I’m in a constant struggle to only do the things that are “right”. I’m overwhelmed to imagine how many potential interactions or experiences I have cheated myself from, by not being vulnerable enough to be wrong.
