Yesterday’s tomorrow.

I wish we could stop growing up. Well, I don’t mean die, I just mean stop growing up as in older. 

Wouldn’t it have been awesome to have had a pause button to press at the best parts of our life so we could linger there longer? Wow. And the rules said we only had to hit play when we were ready.  We’re never ready. 

A question for you. If such a pause button had existed, what parts would you have pushed the pause button on?  Think about it. Where would you have liked to linger longer?

Another question for you. Would you push it now? 

I don’t mean push it now because you’re scared as heck of getting old or dying…

but would you push it now because you love where you are? 

Would you?

Instead of growing up and older, what if we could grow up and wilder and freer and wiser and adventurous, curious, find things we have to see and figure out while there’s still time – and yes, we are running out of it as fast as that darn sand through an hourglass – but if we have a day, we have a day!  

We’ve all done it.  We’ve all said things like tomorrow, let’s plan that trip, start walking, climb that mountain, visit the museum, go snorkeling, build a firepit, buy that Jeep to ride in with the top down, go see the coast of Maine, watch a Broadway show, lay on the beach and bake, learn to ski, write that book……

Or maybe (and just as powerful), we’ve said, tomorrow, let’s just turn off our cellphones for a whole day, let’s take the day off, read a book by the fire, take a bubble bath, drink Bailey’s in our coffee, go visit a friend, mail that card, take a yoga class, blow bubbles, open that wine we were saving, walk in the woods, plant a few flowers, bake a cake, watch old home movies, make that call…. laugh until our sides hurt. 

Whatever it is – what’s so special about tomorrow?  Other than the fact we hope we get one.

Guess what.  I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but I must point out…

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow! Read that again. 

Today – is – the – tomorrow – we – talked – about – yesterday.

We’re in a day that used to be a tomorrow and tomorrow, we’ll be in another one.

Have I totally lost you? You’re sharper than me so I hope not. I hope you get it.

So one last question – on this day that used to be a tomorrow, would you hit pause if you could? What would it take for you to reach over and hit that button?

Tracey
Just a Crazy Girl