Adam Gopnik reflects on the contrasting fates of the Titanic and the Olympic, as a lens to contemplate the coming year: http://nyr.kr/1eMTsPs
(via newyorker)I woke up on my 16th birthday sorely disappointed, and ever since then, I’ve slowly abandoned the idea of a timeline. I’ll get to that in a second.
Hard deadlines just don’t work for me anymore because the things that I want are more fluid. When I was younger, we all measured our lives in landmarks: teenager at 13, driver’s license, high school graduation, legal to drink, college graduation. When that structure was taken away, when being 25 was greeted with “old enough to rent a car” and ended with “next up is becoming a senior citizen at 65,” it was no big concern. I had filled up the in-between with made-up landmarks. SNL by 26. Marriage by 27. First kid by 29. Queendom of Great Eyebrows by 32. I knew “30” was the time where you were supposed to accomplish a lot of shit. But I also knew that “kids and spiritual enlightenment and a complete kitchen” ain’t happening. Maybe a clean closet. Dat’s about all she wrote.
Here’s the thing, though: You fucking die and you don’t know when you will. So each and every day, you shouldn’t be focusing on “when I’m this age I’ll be this” because you don’t know. You SHOULD know that you are here and you deserve to be happy.
The happiness I desire and the goals I want to obtain aren’t “hard dates,” because achieving them will last a lifetime. I want to be happy with my body. I want to help women. I want to feel content. I want to raise a family. I want to be financially secure one day to own a house. These have become more important than the idea of reaching them by a certain date. These have become the true foundation of my life, essentials I must begin to strive towards every day, but with more of the “cool professor who just wants you to do well in college” loose deadline kind of shit.
Granted, there are still difficult but tangible goals I want to accomplish before I die: I want to write a best-selling YA book. I want to have really sexy auburn hair. I want to duet “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” with Jimmy Fallon and I want to have a legit reason to wear a gown to an event. Some of these goals I might never achieve. Some goals will change. If I DO achieve one of these goals before I die, I still want to die just as happy as I would if I hadn’t. I’m sure you have goals like this too. Remember these. Let them be not the driving force to your life, but the delicious vanilla-scented air freshener in your ride.
There is no “by 30” for me. There is only the want for the climb and the endpoint being happiness. There IS only “be happy.” This took me a while to figure out, only because losing those hard deadlines made me staunchly aware I was an adult, and the only goals you make for yourself are self-made and that shit is hard to wrap your head around. And yes, I began to learn this lesson at 16, when I didn’t wake up floating above my bed like Sabrina.
But mark my words, I’ll be a teenage witch someday. Before OR after 30.