Moving Tomorrow

Moving Tomorrow

I heard someone recently say that they were ‘moving tomorrow’, and for whatever reason I completely misunderstood what they meant.

I was swept with this concept of ‘moving tomorrow’ and all that could mean.

For so many of us, tomorrow is so plodding. We’ll get up, get dressed, go to work. The week starts on Monday and we get a slight reprieve on Saturdays and Sundays to catch up on everything we couldn’t get done because we were at work the other five days.

And this will continue until we perish or retire. Whichever’s easier.

We say ‘you never know what tomorrow may bring.’ But most of us know. Bills, bad weather, car troubles, arguments, illness. Tomorrow is all too clear. We’ll keep doing what we were doing yesterday. There’s a comfort to it in a way.

But what if we were to ‘move tomorrow’? Change what tomorrow was to be? Take a sick day and leave town on an adventure. Apply for the jobs we don’t think we can get. Ask out that person we’ve been petrified to. They may say no, but now we can move on.

Write a story. Paint a picture. Go out with friends to somewhere we’ve never been before.

Perhaps pick a new direction in life. Decide that the small voice that’s been percolating at the back of our minds for so long will suddenly be allowed to sing, and see how that changes tomorrow, and every tomorrow thereafter.

Then I realized that my friend wanted help moving furniture. Tomorrow.

That and she asked if I’d been drinking.

But still, how would you ‘move tomorrow’ if you could?