p.s. I hate you Coree Spencer.

So I did it. I am “trying on” New York

I’m the type of person when confronted with a life change or a breakup or a life threatening experience, I react by running away.

Running is supposed to be a negative thing, but It’s actually proven to be a positive life experience where I’ve proven how strong I am and my ability to land on my feet over and over. Sure, I was slammed into a median on the freeway a month ago and that’s why I’m here today. But if that hadn’t happened, I was planning on leaving a month later.

I’m not the best comedian in San Francisco, (and anyone who says that they are is most likely delusional) but I do well for myself. I have done several festivals, been asked to do prestigious shows and have an amazing support group both in person and online but for whatever reason, I feel overlooked in San Francisco.

When I feel stuck, I create opprotunities to get unstuck. I write a sketch, I start a webseries, I throw myself out there like a stage mother. I haven’t gotten lazy, but I see the glass ceiling in San Francisco comedy and it makes me wonder what else is out there. I don’t feel like I’m done with San Francisco, but I owe it to myself to have permission to go for it in the Big City.

I feel like in San Francisco, you really only need to impress one or two people and you’re set. But what if those one or two people don’t champion your efforts? Where do you go? A place where it’s not about what these one or two people think, rather a city 8 times the size where there is 400+ people who could make or break you instead.

I like those odds.
Yes, I have to start over.
Yes I have to prove myself to a new city but I did that when I moved from Portland to San Francisco back in 2009 and I can do it again even tougher in New York. Maybe when I come back, I’ll have a new perpective or maybe others will too but honestly, this move is not to prove to a few people that I’m worth it. That’s ridiculous. The goal is to be able to reach the world with the goddam gift of laughter.

In search of the American Dream, what a better place to go where the American Dream originated?

The downside is New York weed sucks.