Grab Your Future and Make It Real
“Some day, when I have the time, I’m going to . . .”
“Some day, when I have the money, I’m going to . . .”
Have you ever said that? “Some day . . . .” It’s a way we have of reinforcing the illusion that the future is safely far removed, that it doesn’t really touch us. It’s a lie. Not an intentional, willful deception, but a lie nonetheless.
Let’s say that, “some day,” I’m going to travel around the world. If that’s really true, if I genuinely intend for that to happen, then here’s how that looks: I’m making plans. If it’s not practical today for me to just up and circumnavigate, I can look at what needs to happen first, and second, and third, to end up with that result.
I’m at the drawing board, preparing, doing, excited and ready to go.
When I set that process in motion, the words “some day” disappear. I’m making it happen today, right now. In a very real sense, I am already taking the trip. It may be three years before I actually do the physical traveling, but the words “some day” no longer apply—so I stop using them.
When we say “some day,” we’re not really talking about our future. Our
future is a concrete reality that we’re connected to by what we’re doing right now. “Some day” is about some vague possibility that we’re not taking seriously.
“Some day” is not a vision of my future. “Some day” is a fantasy — nothing more.
Here’s the damage we do with this illusion. When we give weight to our
“some day” fantasies, we squeeze some sense of enjoyment from them as if they were real — and in so doing give ourselves permission to take no practical action whatsoever while we swim in the comforting sense that those some-day scenarios will somehow, on their own, move closer to the unfolding present . . . eventually.
But they won’t. The wistful, wouldn’t-it-be-nice pretendings of maybe-futures do not insert themselves into your reality of their own accord.
You’ve got to go claim them. You’ve got to grab hold of those practical steps you can take today to move the dream from the realm of some day to the world of right now.
And I’m talking about you.
Ask yourself, “What is there in my life that I hold as ‘some day’?”
Some day . . . . The eighth day of the week. The day that never comes.
This is the day — this one.
— John David Mann
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