Sometimes I get tired of hearing the psychoanalysts tell us how to live our lives. They make millions of dollars writing books and go on the Oprah show shouting about how we must stay in the moment, live in the here and now.
So, what if this moment is just “shitzy,” the pits. The here and now sometimes is just not we ordered, not tolerable. What do we do if all you have is the here and now and you don’t want it?
Well, of course, you think about tomorrow when Santa might finally show up from the North Pole – you’ve been waiting for how many decades – or your guardian angel might actually begin keeping score with your enemies.
In my mind, I hear Annie bellowing “Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love ya’ tomorrow, you’re only a day away.”
I’ve been going through some bad times lately and Norma gave me a present for my birthday that pulled me out of the quicksand. It is a wonderful sign that reads “Believe in the Wonders of Tomorrow.”
I hung it on my back porch where I’ll see it every evening. At the end of the day, when I’ve let someone down, sometimes even myself. I will take those words of advice and get up tomorrow with renewed hope.
And like Betty White, my eyeballs will twirl around and everyone will think I am a dumb blond.