I added this photo I tookof the Eastern Columbia Building in Downtown Los Angeles because I like it and it has a clock... its hands ticking foward, which is the way time moves, doesn't it?*
The day I look forward to -
It’s more exciting than any holiday and more thrilling than any vacation. The day I look forward to is… someday! It can be next month or next week. And occasionally it’s a year or two from now – but it’s always someday.
Someday is the day I will look really great in my jeans again and finish the oil painting I started two years ago. It’s when I will grow an herb garden. It’s when I will learn French beyond the minimum I now get by with – which is just enough to keep me sheltered and fed in a small village.
Someday is the day I will publish my fifth book - even if, for now, I have yet to send out my first book proposal.
Someday is when I will be sophisticated and fashionable – even if today I can barely walk ten feet without tripping or spilling something on my drugstore sweatshirts.
Thanks to somedays, I sleep well at night. I don’t worry about all the things I’ve put off – jogging, bike riding, learning to surf. I know that tomorrow, next week or next month, I will do it all.
Ha!! As if I've got a guaranteed endless supply of somedays piled up.
Reality is... someday isn’t going to greet me with balloons, confetti and an Emcee yelling into a microphone, “It’s here – the day when it’s all going to happen! The day when you're really going to feel elated to put in all that effort!”
No. Someday unceremoniously sneaks in a moment at a time. Someday has been here waiting.
So if I write one page today and edit one tomorrow - a month from now I’ll be closer to a completed book.
And right now, though I really, really, really don't want to - I'm going to go work out, because my jeans aren't going to miraculously fit any better if I just keep sitting on this chair.
Let's just say I can relate to this guy a lot.