Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
As we get older, we spend more and more time doing what we need to do instead of what we want to do. Over the course of a week, I exhaust myself sitting eight and nine hours at a desk, helping friends with their tech problems, absorbing my mother's 80-year-old angst and poring over her paperwork every Saturday, babysitting my second (freelance) job every evening, trying to spend at least a couple of hours with my partner each evening, worrying about the fact that the house is slowly being buried under a layer of dust, dirt, and detritis...and convinced that I will, finally, find that my entire life has been wasted in an avalanche of trivialities.
I am no longer young enough to be able to console myself with the reassurance that things will get better a year, two years, ten years from now, because then I will be old, and it will truly be too late. It's too late for many things right now; I'm not sure but that it's too late for everything.
My advice? Do it now. Today. "I'll do it tomorrow" came sometimes lead to it never happening.
I am no longer young enough to be able to console myself with the reassurance that things will get better a year, two years, ten years from now, because then I will be old, and it will truly be too late. It's too late for many things right now; I'm not sure but that it's too late for everything.
My advice? Do it now. Today. "I'll do it tomorrow" came sometimes lead to it never happening.