So I know I haven’t posted in a minute…
I’ve been busy, all up in my head and mentally preparing for this move. I’ve lived in Philly for 22 years. I’m moving Friday and today, Tuesday, I have yet to pack a box. Promise I’ll do it after I post this update…this update itself is me distracting myself from doing the shit that I need to do. I hate that I’m like that. I know I have shit that I need to do, but because it’s hard, I put it off until the very last minute. What an awful way to be. I will say, I have been purging and taking things to the Goodwill so I’m proud of myself for that but yeah…this is happening. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. I have been stuck in a continuous loop of literally doing the same shit every single day… I mean every single day for like 3 years, I am soooooo ready to go LIVE my life. I realized a few months ago, my comedy is struggling because I’m literally not doing shit and since I write based on my life, yeah, my joke writing has been suffering. Like, how many jokes can I write about getting takeout and watching tv every night? I also don’t really interact with anyone. Most of my homies live outside of the city and the ones that live here, I don’t really kick it with them because I’m so over the city. The most inspo I’ve been able to get lately – I went to the gyno for my annual and came up with a whole bit but other than that it’s dry around these parts…when I say dry I mean my boring ass life…I wasn’t referring to my coochie…
Anyway, after giving up my apartment I got nervous but I came up with a contingency plan just in case some fuckery happened – like that time I tried to move to Easton – to try and ease my mind. Still worried that my exodus from Philadelphia would be derailed, I put off finding accommodations in London. Again, I procrastinate like a motherfucker. How ’bout, I have a co-worker in London and she randomly offered me her guest room free of charge for a month!? I felt that is was a “sign” like yeah, the universe is telling me I made the right decision, to keep pressing forward. Surprised, I mentioned this to my homie…well first I mentioned it to my boss who was like “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” (He’s totally supportive of me and this adventure that I need to go on for my mental health) When I told my homie, he said the same thing…”Oh my god, that’s amazing!” Then he added a line that stood out to me…”sounds like God’s sending you boat.” I’m like “huh”? Then he explained, which I thought was pretty cool, so I’m going to share it with you…
So a man’s boat is sinking and of course he’s drowning. He prays for God to save him. A few minutes later, another boat sails by and offers help. The guy waves them off and says “I’m good, God will save me.” So the other boat sails off. Then a helicopter flies by and offers help, the guy waves them off, again “I’m good, God will save me.” After a while, the man drowns. The guy gets to heaven and asks God, “hey God, I prayed for you to save me. What happened? God replies, “I sent you a boat and a helicopter.”
I got a boat nigga! Now I don’t know if I’m going to take my co-worker up on her offer BUT I’m taking that as God sending me a boat and reaffirming that I’m on the right path!
Anyway, pray for my ass cuz this apartment ain’t going to pack itself!
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