We were four old friends sitting together in a restaurant catching up over lunch.
Judie enthralled us with exotic tales of her trip to Turkey, which she had always said she’d take some day, and finally did.
Joy’s fork paused halfway to her mouth and she pensively said, “Some day. I just read about a woman who always said that some day she’d wear the beautiful nightgowns she received every Christmas.
But that some day never came. When she died, they were all folded neatly in her closet with the tags still on them.”
“My aunt did that too,” Nancy chimed in. “She always had the most frayed, worn towels hanging in the bathroom, so we gave her set after set of pretty new towels, which she said she’d use some day. We found them all stacked beneath her bed after she was gone.”
A long silent moment passed. Then Joy said, “I think we need to break free of that way of thinking … putting off the best for some day. Some day is now.”
Saving the best for some day resonated with me. Maybe I got that from my mother, who always dressed like a ragamuffin when company wasn’t coming and saved her good clothes until she outgrew them and never got the chance to wear them.
Or maybe I just fancy myself too plain, practical and pragmatic to eat on the good china. So it sits in the china cabinet untouched year after year collecting dust.
Why do we do that? Why do so many of us limp along, making do with second best or even rags in life? I’m not talking about just nightgowns or towels, but jobs, relationships, personal accomplishments … so many areas in which we give up trying too soon.
Do we not think we’re worthy of something better?
I’d love to hear your thoughts.