An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.
Today is the day.
Not yesterday, which we can’t do anything about. Yesterday includes a lot of sweet memories–to be literal, in my case, a good haircut, a lovely visit with my tax professional, a delicious meal, and a win by the Washington Capitals. Some days aren’t so good, and can be a lot easier to remember: in my case, the day my mother died suddenly, the day of my bankruptcy hearing, the innumerable days I said too much or too little to a friend or colleague.
Not tomorrow, which we may never see. Tomorrow tempts us in different ways than yesterday does: I can put off a writing project until tomorrow (or the day after that, or the day after that). I can delay a difficult conversation until tomorrow (or the day after that, or the day after that). There are all kinds of things I can do tomorrow. You get the picture.
Today is the day: the day to be spiritually indifferent to what I might see as personal slights, to smile at that person on the street, to get odds and ends in order.
Today is the day.
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