So I got to witness adults up there on stage sharing their most embarrassing journal entries or letters from their teen years all for the sake of comedy. It was more than that; I witnessed the high that happens when they let it rip and leave fear in the dust. I’ve grabbed a few open mics in my day and each time felt the fear, then the glee. The more I put myself out there, my blush lightens and I feel empowered. I’m rusty, so I might have to dig out that dusty box of journals from my twenties and get myself mortified. When I do, you are cordially invited.
