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I’m scared to write this.

I’ve been thinking about it for months and I keep sitting down in front of the keyboard and suddenly finding a reason to do literally anything else.

Sometimes I get jealous of other improvisers.

There we are. I said it. I even italicised it.

It feels like such an awful thing to say. Especially when our art form is all about support. We should be elevating each other’s ideas, not shooting them down. Sometimes a show is so good, I pass through enjoyment and out the other side into jealousy. I start to feel sad. I compare what those brilliant improvisers do with my own paltry skills and I realise I haven’t laughed for a good ten minutes. Instead I’m spiralling. My internal critic pops his squinty-eyed face around the doorframe of my subconscious and starts speaking directly to all my insecurities.

But I love improv so much.

One of the reasons it’s so hard is because of my perceived place in my own improv community. I’m a teacher and a director and I’ve played on a couple of teams that have toured internationally. I feel like I should be pretty good by now. I am pretty good a lot of the time. But every now and then, I can’t stop myself from comparing.

Mark Twain said “comparison is the death of joy”.

Theodore Roosevelt said “comparison is the thief of joy”.

But who said it better?

(bit of comparison humour for you there)

Either way, they’re both right. You start comparing yourself to other people, your joy levels are going to take a hit. And unfortunately improv thrives on joy.

When I see an outstanding improv show — 95% of me is thrilled. Transported. Enraptured.

But that other 5% — oh boy.

I say all this for a couple of reasons. Firstly because if I feel like this, I’m sure other people do too. Hell, I KNOW other people do too. So if any of this chimes with you, know you’re not alone. That’s important.

And secondly, I’m getting better. I’ve developed some strategies. And they work. So here are a couple of pointers for next time someone else’s brilliance begins to tie your self-esteem in knots.