The sun will come out tomorrow. It’s fact. Or we think it is. Shirley Temple told us so, so it must be, right?
We often tend to live by that major motto. Life will definitely be better tomorrow, our neighbor has it better, etc.
Often on days when I have nothing planned, I find myself (usually between 1600-1800) wishing I could just fall asleep until tomorrow.
I’m not sure whether it’s an effect of depression or another reason, but some days I want to end the day long before it’s really time to do that. Long before all potential for the day has left. Long before I have a chance to enjoy the evening.
Long before someone has a chance to reach out to me.
Tomorrow’s activities seem a lot more interesting. They seem more achievable. They seem possible to accomplish. Today’s don’t always. Tomorrow always seems better.
I’m not sure it is. Tonight is one of those nights.