Notes From a Recovering Introvert

From the first week of June until a week ago, I spent Friday afternoons commuting to New York City to take improv classes.

At the beginning of June, I felt hopeful. It was time to return to the city, to do the things I wanted to do. I thought, and still think, that time is running out: since life is so uncertain, why not spend time trying new things instead of dreaming and…