Someday, I’ll learn to read music
Someday, I’ll learn to play chess
Someday, I’ll lose all this weight
Someday, I’ll get into shape
Someday, I’ll write a great novel
Someday, I’ll keep a real journal
Someday, I’ll start eating better
Someday, I’ll start doing yoga
Someday, I’ll tell her “I love you”
Someday, I’ll tell him “I’m sorry”
Someday, I’ll look in the mirror
Someday, I’ll stop feeling guilty
Someday, I’ll stop saying someday
Someday, I’ll run out of somedays
Between my own soul searching and several conversations I’ve recently had with people I love, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the word “someday.” Oh, it can be a positive word, no doubt. In fact, I’ve gotten a lot of happiness out of “someday” recently simply by replacing “some” with “to.” If you haven’t tried it, I’d recommend the experience.
Nonetheless, there’s a deep conflict locked in this word—bittersweet sadness, hopeless resolution, pitiable lies, and many other things can live in “someday.” It’s the herald of things never to come and never to have come. “Someday” can mean something you wish you’d already done or are dreading having to do. It’s a word that lives comfortably at the very heart of regret.