bill murray, you nailed it.

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I recently read this article and it has been giving me so much inspiration. I use the quote from the first sentence on almost a daily basis, to remind myself it’s important to relax, that relaxing isn’t something we do, it’s something we make ourselves do. It’s just as important a chore as the other things that need to get done. No, it’s more important. So I’m gonna start doing it, instead of doing some other things, that didn’t really need to get done after all.

In a great interview with Dave Itzkoff of the New York Times, Murray was running late so he dragged the interviewer with him into the limo and then onto the stage where he was set to speak, completing their talk in front of hundreds of people.

Some nuggets:

 

The more relaxed you are, the better you are at everything: the better you are with your loved ones, the better you are with your enemies, the better you are at your job, the better you are with yourself.

 

You have to hope that (good things) happen to you. That’s Pandora’s box, right? She opens up the box, and all the nightmares fly out. And slams the lid shut, like, “Oops,” and opens it one more time, and hope pops out of the box. That’s the only thing we really, surely have, is hope. You hope that you can be alive, that things will happen to you that you’ll actually witness, that you’ll participate in. Rather than life just rolling over you, and you wake up and it’s Thursday, and what happened to Monday? Whatever the best part of my life has been, has been as a result of that remembering.

 

Who hasn’t woken up thinking, “God, nothing good has come to me in a while,” right? When I feel like I’m stuck, I do something — not like I’m Mother Teresa or anything, but there’s someone that’s forgotten about in your life, all the time. Someone that could use an “Attaboy” or a “How you doin’ out there.” It’s that sort of scene, that remembering that we die alone. We’re born alone. We do need each other. It’s lonely to really effectively live your life, and anyone you can get help from or give help to, that’s part of your obligation.

 

It (improv training) pays off in your life when you’re in an elevator and people are uncomfortable. You can just say, “That’s a beautiful scarf.” It’s just thinking about making someone else feel comfortable. You don’t worry about yourself, because we’re vibrating together. If I can make yours just a little bit groovier, it’ll affect me. It comes back, somehow.

things i’m going to do on winter break

1. Get up at the same time as hubby, even though I’m on break, bright and early!
2. Walk hubby to work so I get exercise.
3. Go to fitness room every day to build my little tiny muscles.
4. Make hot chocolate.
5. Put up Christmas decorations. Some people do this before the week of Christmas, but my new excuse is, Christmas starts on the 25th.
6. Mod Podge the entryway.
7. Get progress reports done early.
8. Sew my very first blouse!
9. Get some blog posts queued up!
10. Make granola and give it to our neighbors.

I have never had such a thoroughly engaging year of teaching! I get home and I’m completely beat. Who has time to put up a Christmas tree when you’re staging the Revolutionary War for 24 4th/5th graders?! My hubby has been helping me. He has been King John Bubberton III, king of Great Bubberton. He visited the kids twice and sends video dispatches to them. At first he was a generous and well-loved king, but then he started taxing the kids (to pay off a Pizza Party he threw for them). The kids declared independence last Friday and wrote him a long letter. This week they’ve been enlisting the French teacher’s help to write a letter to the French asking for support. Each day they draw a slip of paper from an envelope to find out if they survived or died in battle that day.

On top of all that, hubby is going to do his very first stand-up comedy at an open mic night, so he’s practicing three times in front of me each night. I give him pointers. Turns out I’m good at giving others pointers on their delivery! I’m even toying (very lightly) with the idea of trying stand-up myself.

And then there’s the small matter of not having gotten people gifts yet. Every year, I tell myself, “This shall be the year I make gifts for everyone!” And then I don’t. I found a Christmas gift for my Secret Santa at work, but just by the skin of my teeth. Now to think about my family…

And yet I can’t say any of this stresses me out, because life feels so full! Every day is exciting and exhausting and exhilarating. Will it be nice to have a break? Absolutely. But every day is nice. Every day is a good day to be alive.

date night: michael showalter at the triple door

A couple weeks ago, we went with some friends to The Triple Door to see one of our very favorite comedians, Michael Showalter.

There were two great things about this date night: first, the venue. The Triple Door is great! You know what’s even better than seeing one of your favorite comedians? Seeing him while sitting in a comfy chair eating yummy food with nice waiters! (Although our waitress did disclose that she was on lots of vitamins for a cold she “had gotten over,” which my friend believes means she was still sick.)

And the best thing about this date night: Michael Showalter. Awesome show. AWESOME! We were warned he would only come out for about 35 minutes. He came out and started doing his thing. 35 minutes came and went. He kept trying to ask how long he’d been up there, but the audience refused to tell him because we wanted him to keep going. Finally, the sound guy told him it had been 76 minutes! He was trying out new material with us!

He was HIGH-LARIOUS. We were a little nervous the friends we brought would be skeptical, but they were DYING. So were we. This is the third time we’ve seen Michael do stand-up by himself, but counting his Stella tour with Michael Ian Black and David Wain, this made #4 or 5. This was his best show ever!

He’s selling a book right now, and it’s VERY FUNNY! Also, his website has some very funny excerpts being read by Kevin Kline.

Thanks, Michael, for a super-fantastic-bubble-plastic show. We heart you! Super-dupes! 

(By the way, after the show, I left my camera there. I’m an idiot!)