Day of Days

In the extreme, Day of Days is the point in an Improv scene where your so-called shit hits the proverbial fan.  It’s your bomb drop, your ‘this is not your baby’, your ‘I don’t love you anymore’, your ‘I poisoned those cupcakes’.  The audience gasps and you take them on a ride of reaction and managing this heightened relationship as your characters live out their day of days. 

On a more muted level, Day of Days is simply the reason you’re in the scene, the reason people are watching and, most important, the reason someone is supposed to care about what you’re blabbering on and on about.  Last terms’ highly intense, overly enthusiastic, utterly amazing Teach was all over Day of Days.  You’d catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye during a scene and just know from the expression on his face what he was almost ready to yell “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!  MAKE A FUCKING CHOICE!”  All in good fun, of course.  When you’re uber talented and ultra passionate yelling is just fine. 

Improv is decidedly not for wimps.

In an age where we are a tad too concerned about being sensitive, politically correct and just too prim proper, Day of Days blows the lid off right.  Can you imagine every interaction in your life boiling down to a muted Day of Days scenario?  Where you could no longer be wishy – washy, on the fence and beige?  Where you weren’t worried about offending or insulting or placating?  Where you raise the stakes by simply being honest and true and you.  Everything – absolutely everything – would be yes / no, black/white, love/hate, stay/go.  Everything would be real because you’ve taken a stand.  You’ve made your choice.  You’re all in.  You are a person with a bona fide opinion and you care.  

Meh-ness is annoying.  It’s annoying because it doesn’t mean anything.  It’s a shrug, a sigh, an I don’t know why.  I am so over this. In truth, I was never much on this but lately, lately I don’t know.  I’ve become a bit meh, a bit beige a bit too blasé and a bit too concerned with being an opinionated person.  I’ve become a bit too careful and, perhaps, a bit insecure of my own overall outward picture. I don’t want to be offensive.  I don’t want to be rude.  I don’t want to be the bitch!  I want to be the nice one!  But living Day of Days isn’t about all that, it’s about being engaged and present and real and honest.  It’s about knowing what’s a don’t so you know what’s do; knowing what you like so you know what you hate.  It’s about killer choices – feeling  them, making them, being them. 

I don’t know about you, but I’m going to stop living on the sidelines and I’m going to get in the game.  I’m going to live my Day of Days every damn day.

Life is decidedly not for wimps either.