This is a portion of an email that I wrote to Katie, this morning. And I thought to myself, “I want to say this to everyone I know even if I sound horribly naive.” So I’m telling you.
I was listening to Alec Baldwin’s podcast (which I am obsessed with right now), Here’s The Thing. And in an older episode, he has a conversation with Lena Dunham. Obviously I spent my morning in bed listening to this. But she said something that I thought was not only completely accurate but really… kind of the sort of thing that you don’t notice unless you’re living it. She said, “I think that if you ask any women in their 20’s whether or not they’re happy, they’ll probably tell you that they have very happy moments.” and then she goes on to say that she really believes that a woman between the ages of 22 and 30 are probably not really happy, but they’re getting there. And as a woman on the downward slide of that figure (I have a mere seven months left in my twenties), I can’t agree with it any more at all. I could not possibly say “YES!” enough. I know that there are people who could radically disagree with that sentiment and I respect that. But I feel like I am at a crucial, pivotal, stressful, and beautiful point in my life where I feel like I am getting to happy. Like, I am on the yellow brick road and I can see the pillars of the Emerald City. Twenties is hard work and it is shitty a lot of the time but my friend, my friend, my friend, I can see that if we treat this time in our lives properly and live as ourselves, there is a huge fucking payoff.
Or maybe I’m just having a severely optimistic day.
I had avocado toast and a Green Machine Naked Juice for breakfast and I’m wearing sandals. So, maybe I’m just in an excellent mood.