Sunday Peggy and I watched the weather.
We saw a break.
Let’s go.
That was the whole plan.
I’ve been thinking about the second before that. The one where a phrase shows up.
Maybe later.
Maybe later I’ll walk. Call that person. Take the drive. Get on the floor for a few minutes. Take care of the thing I’ve been meaning to take care of.
Sometimes later is the right answer. You’re tired. It’s pouring. You don’t have time. You just don’t want to.
There’s another kind.
Nothing is actually in the way. We just don’t start.
When you catch maybe later this week, don’t automatically make yourself do the thing.
Stop long enough to ask what would happen if you did it now.
Shoes on and around the block. Five minutes of moving instead of waiting for thirty. Twenty decent minutes of weather and you go outside. The appointment. The car.
Or you look at it and later really is better.
That’s a decision.
The trouble isn’t occasionally choosing no. It’s later turning into never without us ever choosing anything.
Keep an eye out for one of those moments between now and Sunday.
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