What kind of life are you going to live?
I have always seemed to believe that I will answer that question at some point in the future. I did at 16 and I still do at 27.
I’ll really flesh that out when ________ happens.
It will be answered soon when I finally get time to ________ .
Next week, next month…next year I will answer that question. And it will be a good answer, no doubt. (At least, it is in my head.)
But I just have to get through today. Through this crazy week. Then things will be easier.
I’ll have time to re-evaluate and re-prioritize and take action. To do that thing I’ve been thinking about, to make that change I’ve been convicted about, to take that step I’ll be proud of on my death bed. But right this second I’m just exhausted and who wouldn’t be after this week? There’s a good show on and what I really need right now is to just vege out.
It’s a lie.
A two-bit sham.
An infomercial that always feels like it’s about to go off but never actually does.
I am answering that question today. Even if I don’t like the answer.
You are answering that question today.
It’s a harsh truth, but like all other truth a blessing to hear nonetheless.
“How we live our days is how we live our lives.” -Annie Dillard