“Tomorrow is always the busiest day of the year”. — Jonathon Lazear
Ain’t it the truth? At least that’s the way it feels. Why?
You may feel differently. But for me, it seems like tomorrow is “the day” that, “I’ll finally be able to catch up with things“. So I race hard to get so much done.
Time marches on and there is simply more to take the place of that which has been done. Ever heard the phrase, “busy beaver“? Beavers work hard every day, repairing their dam, fixing their den, looking for food, etc. Seems there is always lots of work to do.
What’s the solution? If I knew that, tomorrow would be looking like a vacation day, eh?
