Truth: I am one hell of a planner. Call it Type-A, or perhaps just a strong love for lists and Daily Planners, but I truly am a pro. Christian would tell you that 90% of the time, I enjoy the planning more than the actual end result. Has that ever happened to you? Where you had more fun planning a party than you did at the party itself? There’s just something about the dreaming of it all and the crossing off of things (told ya- I am a list lover), and the anticipation. There’s nothing totally wrong with this, at least I don’t think, but sometimes I focus too much on the planning that I forget the whole point of it to begin with. I’m 32 years young but some days I still very much feel like that 19 year old girl, busy making plans for when I reach my 30’s. (Boy, that snuck up fast.)
It’s the strangest of mind games, feeling the rush and busyness that quickly becomes the day-to-day and before we know it, we’re not only planning things weeks and months out, but we start to actually plan for a date that doesn’t even truly exist: Someday.
Someday I’m going to travel.
Someday I’m going to go for the job I really want.
Someday I’m going to be truly happy.
Someday I’m going to spend more time volunteering and helping others.
Someday I’m going to really love myself.
And then, as if to make ourselves feel better, we add one word to those statements to justify it all: When.
Someday, when I have more money, I’m going to travel.
Someday, when I’m braver and less concerned about what other people think, I’m going to go for the job I really want.
Someday, when I get married, I’m going to be truly happy.
Someday, when I have more time, I’m going to volunteer and help others.
Someday, when I’m skinnier, I’m going to really love myself.
Do any of those statements sound familiar? I have said every single one of them at some point in my life, a few of them I held onto with a fierce grip – a grip that was ultimately false security. It’s easy to remain in our safe place of planning, in the cozy spot that is familiar, the space that encourages us to use the excuses that begin with ‘Someday, when’, and where everything feels exciting because there’s that hope that lives in a day that hasn’t found us yet. But I’m convinced that’s not just how we’re supposed to live.
It takes courage to soak up the space that keeps our plans far enough in the distance where there’s no need to take real action. It takes courage to delete the excuses from our talk, from our thinking. Because without the Someday, when – you’re making an actual proclamation.
I’m going to travel.
I’m going to go for the job I really want.
I’m going to be truly happy.
I’m going to volunteer and help others.
I’m going to really love myself.
When was the last time you said that last bit to yourself? Without an excuse, without an eyebrow raised? Is it something you need to do today?
It takes real courage to get rid of the Someday, when’s.
And you do have that courage, you know. This is your reminder.