“Yesterday you said tomorrow.” ~Unknown
Today was a rather unusually productive Sunday and I was only about to get about 3 hours of sleep last night. I finished most of the things done on my “to do” list and I managed to do them without complaining. And, for a Sunday, I was in a rather good mood. I don’t know what it is, but I feel almost as good as I did a few weeks ago. For the first time in a long time I didn’t feel like I needed to put things off until tomorrow when I was bound to feel better, happier, or more energetic.
What is it about the idea of “tomorrow”? We always know it’s coming, and therefor can always put things (ideas, concerns, activities) off until then. But when Today becomes Tomorrow, how much of it actually gets completed? And how much of it just gets put off until the next tomorrow?
I know I’m guilty of this. Constantly thinking that today is the last day I’m going to (insert vice here). That tomorrow I’ll be able to really assert my willpower or make better choices. As if Tomorrow is some magical land that we can visit that solves all our problems and helps us become more fulfilled and productive. The people who we are “supposed” to be live in tomorrow while the people that we “are” live in today.
But for me, I hope this stops…tomorrow. I’ve made my healthy meals and completed my almost entirely clean eating grocery shopping. My running clothes are out and ready for the morning. My lesson plans are done and my school bag is packed and ready to go. I even bought a fitbit because I really want to take
this myself seriously this time. I know I might falter and fall. I know I might make mistakes. I know I might give in to temptation. I’m human after all. But as long as I get right back on track, without waiting for “tomorrow” to come around I also know that I’ll be ok.
Tomorrow morning I head out for my first run in almost two weeks. I’m not expecting it to go well. I’m expecting it to be slow and painful. But, you know what? Even though I know that’s how it’s going to be, I’m still excited to go.
I’m in it for the long haul. There’s no turning back now.
Miles to go in the 100 Mile Challenge: 66.2
Pound to go by January 1st: 25