Hello, again. Well, it’s Tuesday and just one of those days. Anyone else relate? I feel sluggish and tired and completely unmotivated to do anything other than read and maybe lay in front of the tv for a marathon of Grey’s Anatomy (don’t judge me. We’re all allowed guilty pleasures now and again). But I have made a commitment to myself to be productive Monday-Friday like normal human beings and I am forcing myself to stick with it even in the middle of the winder doldrums. *Places head on table to gather strength for the rest of this post*
With all the insanity that has become my life in the past couple of months, I have allowed myself to get lost in some books as a tiny escape. Don’t get me wrong, life is great! Super even. But it’s busy. And all of that busyness has left me ready for a couch, blanket, cup of coffee and book time. I’ve had a few strange looks from David as we settle in bed and he asks, “What do you wanna watch?” and I just shrug and say, “Don’t care.” He know me well enough to be concerned when I don’t jump at the idea of picking a movie. Instead, I’ll curl up next to him and promise, “Just one more chapter” of whatever book I’m cradling in my arms.
One book I couldn’t tear myself away from was Amy Poehler’s “Yes Please”. Maybe it’s the witty, hilariously honest quotes slapped throughout the book, maybe it’s my inner mourning of the end of Parks and Rec, maybe it’s her perfectly imperfect blonde waves that draw me in- I don’t really have a clue. Something about it just continued to speak to me even after putting it down and walking away. In all honest disclosure, I ripped through the thing in two days flat. My only regret is not being able to enjoy the book for an extended amount of time. So let me share my favorite moments with you.
“It’s easier to be brave when you’re not alone.
We were young and foolish and didn’t know what we were up against. Thank God. We said good-bye to our friends and our cheap and beautiful apartment in the scary neighborhood. We packed all of our things and my yellow Lab, Suki, and pulled away in the U-Haul truck. We had no apartment or job or place to perform in New York City. I didn’t really know who I was, but improv had taught me that I could be anyone. I didn’t have to wait to be cast- I could give myself the part. I could be an old man or a teenage babysitter or a rodeo clown. In three short years Chicago had taught me that I could decide who I was. My only job was to surround myself with people who respected and supported that choice. Being foolish was the smartest thing to do.”
Amen, Amy. amen.
“On long car trips, I would make my little brother, Greg, pretend he was deaf while we sat in the backseat. We would communicate in made-up sign language as we sped down the highway, in hope that a passing care could see us and feel pity for the beautiful family with two deaf children. When you have a comfortable and loving middle-class family, sometimes you yearn for a dance on the edge. This can lead to an overactive imagination, but it is also the reason why kids in Montana do meth”
This made me laugh out loud! I remember being a kid and pretending to be blind while holding my mom’s hand in hopes of gaining the same attention. I would close my eyes and see how far I could get without tripping, squinting one eye open when I senses curbs coming along. I also remember a season of wearing a hideous tan beret and trying to convince the general public that I was a French orphan trying to live a normal life in the good ‘ole US. *shakes head* Maybe I should have done some acting…
“Now, before I extend this metaphor, let me make a distinction between career and creativity. Creativity is connected to your passion, that light inside you that drive you. That joy that come when you do something you love. That small voice that tells you, “I like this. Do this again. You are good at it. Keep going.” That is the juicy stuff that lubricates our lives and helps us feel less alone in the world. Your creativity is not a bad boyfriend. It is a really warm older Hispanic lady who has a beautiful laugh and loves to hug. If you are even a little but nice to her she will make you feel great and maybe cook you delicious food.”
“I would say ambivalence is key. You have to care about your work but not about the result. You have to care about how good you are and how good you feel, but not how good people think you are or how good people think you look. “
So many good words- too few pages. Even after flipping through my dog-eared sections, I am feeling better than I did a half hour ago. The woman can make me laugh and feel at the same time. She is equally intelligent as hilarious and provides years of truth and wisdom in her 329 glorious pages.
I really can’t put into words how much I adore this book so just do yourself some Tuesday evening good and order yourself a copy. I can promise you won’t be disappointed.
Prepare to laugh.
Prepare to cry.
Prepare to see your life a bit differently after turning the last page.
Until next time!