Tomorrow I will call the bank.
Tomorrow I will write that letter.
Tomorrow I will kick that bad habit.
Tomorrow I will write that blog post.
Tomorrow I will start living.
Last night I met a very dear friend of mine at the gym for core class. She is one of my oldest friends (since preschool!), but we have only reconnected over the past month or so. After class we sat in the hot tub chatting and she began to lament about how quickly she grew up. “I wish I’d slowed down a bit,” she remarked, “I was always rushing towards the step to adulthood–towards the future.”
“Me too.” I agreed solemnly. Some part of me is always waiting for the satisfaction that some unfulfilled hope will allegedly bring. This is not an unusual desire in humans by any stretch. Perhaps it is because we are ultimately awaiting an Eternal Kingdom. We need hopes and dreams to survive. That is quite alright. But let me not plunge ahead so impatiently that I miss TODAY.
