dear today

Dear Today,

Today, you were not good. You were lazy and rolling and sleepy, despite the glorious sunshine that you presented to the world in your early hour, backed by the fanfare of springtimey birdsong. You dragged on like the slightly out-of-tune note with the fermata over it at the end of what was supposed to be a grand symphony. Instead of giving me life, you drained it right from my eyes. It didn't hurt. I barely even noticed as you slipped it quietly away from me.

I strongly dislike Todays like you. I hate the feeling of not doing or being enough, when my biggest goal lately has been to always strive to be a better version of myself than I was the day before. And when I spend time like I've spent the past twenty-four, I feel as if I've let myself down. I hate sitting, slumped on the couch, feeling sorry for myself when I'm not making any attempt to better the situation in the first place. (Because that's just stupid and lazy, on my part. And I hate feeling stupid and lazy.) I hate falling into those deep ruts where my future is scary and uncertain and the world seems so big and life is suddenly so short and I start to realize that I may not have time to see it all.

But here's the thing, Today. I'm through with you. I've had enough of your weight pulling me down, threatening to drag me under. I'm tired of all the negative thoughts that you scattered about like breadcrumbs, just waiting for me to come along behind you and gather them up. So here I stand, downtrodden by you but not defeated. Because I know that another Today will come along tomorrow, and Tomorrow will be better than you. Because I hold the power to make it so. And so I will do just that.

Sincerely,
Me

Have faith, reader. Bad Todays are the monsters of yesterday. Good Tomorrows sit on the bright horizon.

h