Closing the season with a wonderful evening on the stage of Big Mic Energy, at the Comedy Clubhouse, surrounded by friendship and a blast of a crowd.

In a way, symbolically, this is also closing the door on the past year and moving on. Not that I’m quitting comedy, although I will be winding down my involvement to focus on other projects (*cough* The Commodore’s Gold *cough*), no I mean, the emotional roller-coaster from which it’s taken me so much to recover, the last five months of 2024 that almost got me to my breaking point, and the difficult journey upwards to recover my light, and nurture it, and rebuild my sense of self.

I’m closing the door on the hurt. I’m gently letting all of it go, trying to focus on being grateful for the lessons learned, and turning towards the future, with the hope that it holds better things. I have grown so much in the past 12 months. It was harrowing at times, and there were moments I didn’t know if I would make it. But I’m still here.

I’m still fucking here.

Like Taylor says, “And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. And it’s alright now.”

See you in September, peeps. Peace out.