Happy & Healthy
This is a piece for everyone who thinks that life will be perfect tomorrow
To get straight to the point: this piece is not about sex. This piece is about being happy. I think.
Here we go.
I am now somewhere in my early thirties. Okay, I am 35. And you know what? I always thought that I would be ‘there’ by now. Not that I could exactly name where exactly, but at least somewhere famous or somewhere super important or somewhere super attractive and definitely somewhere super happymegahappysuccessful. Well, we all know how that turned out. I am certainly not mega famous or super successful. I am good-looking, that must be said, but other than that, I am just Renske, with two kids and a nice boyfriend and a new Gucci sunglasses and I occasionally write a funny piece. And that is good. But it is not grand or epic.
For the past fifteen years, I have always felt like I was working towards something ‘big’. That something ‘special’ was in store for me. I was undoubtedly heading towards a perfect peak. Yes, it just couldn't be otherwise: it was just in the air. Of course, now that I write it down, I realize that this all sounds terribly silly, but I have been assured that many people in their twenties and thirties recognize this feeling. Maybe it has to do with the spirit of the eighties and nineties? The time in which (many of us) grew up. You know? That promising ‘the-world-is-at-your-feet’ atmosphere. That ‘everything is possible as long as you want it’ atmosphere.
Anyway, between my twenties and thirties, I was always busy with later. Choosing a good important study for later. Making a career plan for later. Wanting to be happier for later. Wanting to be thinner for later. Wanting to be smarter for later. Every time I thought: it’s coming. Tomorrow everything will be perfect. Tomorrow I will be famous. Tomorrow I will have a super career. Tomorrow I will be the bride.
Okay, the bride thing really makes no sense, I have just been very focused on getting married lately. That’s because of Marion Pauw's wedding and Carolien Spoor's wedding and it’s also because my boyfriend doesn’t want to get married. But I digress.
Drop the mic.
Alright, we’re back. I am writing this post because I want to tell everyone who is hanging around in their twenties: maybe you think that it will all ‘still happen’. That everything will fit like a glove at some point. That everything will be right. That everything flows and blooms and will be fantastically perfect. That everything will be perfect. As a result, you accidentally don’t realize where you are now, where you stand now. To those people, I would like to say: let go of that big feeling about the future. At least a little bit. That grand moment is probably not going to come. Life is not going to be super perfect and grand and epic tomorrow because, well, that’s just not how life works. Life does not work with a dress rehearsal, a final peak, and then some kind of aftermath. Every phase of life is grand. And there is no higher power or force that has something grand planned for you. Your peak is always. Your moment is always. Your moment is now. Your life is NOW. Grab it. Take it. Live it. Don’t miss it.
