Summary: Sometimes slogging through the day, one lead foot over the other, feels like the only way to make it through. Then there are days we go drowsy at the wheel after flicking on the autopilot or, in my case some days, Netflix. I'll go at it tomorrow, harder, I may tell myself as a way of granting permission to fart out the rest of the hours. All the while, I know I'm only cheating myself in the process. This is hardly a new game, and it's definitely not a winning one. It's too easy to say, One day I'll get there, and then pull the covers up and over again. The idea of magically arriving at our destination is cheating at its best; It keeps us numb, sleep, and reaching. One day is a place we may never get to. And even if we do, only having 24 hours to enjoy a dream realized feels more like a torment to me. Not good. How about, instead, we all agree to arrive today? How about we inhabit the persona, the energy, and attitude of who we think we'll be once we've got the guy or girl, hit the lotto, lost the weight, got the degree, job, house, happiness or whatever it is that we keep putting just beyond our reach? Even the suggestion of it makes me square my shoulders, sit up straighter, and pat my 'fro like a boss, honey! And you? How does it make you feel when you arrive? - - - - - - - You might also like: Barefoot into Joy And the Winner Is... Hammer Time
