Ahh, the improv block piecing journey, sometimes it goes a little something like this… “Oh, I’m loving where this is headed. It’s going to be super cute!” (Me at the start of the block) to “ugh, this is a disaster, what was I thinking?” (my mid-block cons
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b