This morning I awoke to a sudden fear. What if today is “someday”? My list of someday accomplishments has grown quite large. At least the items on it are large and looming. I keep walking around them because there is always someday to do them. I look in the mirror and this middle aged woman looks back at me. Am I running out of time for someday? What am I waiting for?
I am not a procrastinator. At least I didn’t think I was. Why do I have a someday list? Does this mean I AM a procrastinator? Great, now I’m disappointed in me. My life would be better if I did the things on my someday list. I haven’t the slightest idea why I haven’t done them. Sure my someday items will require great effort on my part but I am not one to shy away from a difficult task.
Ok someday, I am ready to face you. I think.