Last night was a casual dinner with a neighbor.
She's an excellent cook, and went all out with an Asian buffet. Delish! My contribution was the beer and the fortune cookies.
Over a leisurely meal we moaned and groaned about our respective jobs, co-workers, and the problems that we face in balancing all the competing issues in our lives. We talked about our dreams and goals, and where each of us plans to go on our vacations this year.
I noted that the words "some day" kept creeping into the conversation. "Some day I'm going to start that book I've been talking about." "Some day I'm going to take a day off in the middle of the week and go to a spa for a day of pampering." "Some day I'm just going to say NO to all the projects that I'm asked to take on."
We talked about whether this is a common musing for men as well as women. Then we swore that we would be careful about not putting things off too long -- to a "some day" that never comes.
We cracked open the fortune cookies as I was about to leave. Imagine my surpise to read mine:
Is the world trying to tell me something?