The Future is Now

Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now. -Mattie Stepanek

I used to live in a world of somedays. There were so many things I wanted to do, but I had a hundred excuses for why I couldn’t do any of them.

“I’d love to spend a couple of hours writing in a coffee shop” I’d say to myself, “but I don’t have a laptop (and then- my laptop is too heavy) or the money to treat myself to a coffee. Not to mention nothing to say!” I thought of it as a nice, yet impossible, dream.

I had so many of those dreams and desires. What it all boiled down to was this: by waiting for everything to be perfect before I ever got started, I’d dug myself into a comfortable little rut. Sure, I was bored from lack of stimulation, and the walls were so close I couldn’t move, but getting out of it was going to require some work.

So I stayed in my rut and dreamed about all the amazing things I was going to do… someday. Inertia is serious business.

It’s not exactly like I woke up one morning and just decided to start living my dreams. I’ve spent a lot of time over the past two years reading, writing, meditating, and growing. So in a way it is like I woke up one morning and overcame my inertia.

I used one of my old standby methods; I picked a couple things. And then I did them. Achievement unlocked.

Feels good, doesn't it?
Feels good, doesn’t it?

I still have dreams that I’m putting off, of course. Doing all of the things I want to do would require me to be in several places at once. Now that I’ve found a way to work some of my dreams into my life* I no longer feel confined by things I’m not able to do right now.


*For example, I spent some time on the beach this morning, and then wrote this blog post on the patio of my favorite local coffee shop. Sure, my laptop is heavy (and let’s get real- nowhere near as awesome as my desktop), but I still manage to drag it out at least once a week.

So This is a “Monday”

If I concentrate on the past, I think I can remember a time when there was a consistent “ugh”-ness about Mondays.

I’ve been self-employed for a good while now though, so I kind of forgot that having “a case of the Mondays” is a thing.

Then today happened. Sometime between slogging along hauling my laundry backpack (it was only 15 lbs this week!) and laptop along a sidewalk that had been torn up, the blog post that just wasn’t working, and the millionth time I got tangled up in something I started telling myself that I was having a Monday.

The 1,000,001 time I got tangled up in a chord (you think I’m being figurative, but that number might be actual) and used my new favorite phrase- which is definitely not allowed on this blog- I finally called myself out on it.

Well, sort of.

What I really did was embrace all the nonsense, laugh and buy myself a big jar of coconut butter. Which I am about to go to town on.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, and therefor a new opportunity to have a good day.