Someday never comes

I’ve had wanderlust pretty bad since the pandemic, and I’ve really, really missed watching baseball in person. So a few weeks ago, I hopped a flight to St. Louis to watch the Cardinals take on my hometown Pittsburgh Pirates. (The Pirates won 2-3 so I wasn’t super popular in the stands and loved every minute of it…)

For the longest time, I have been saying that “someday” I would just pick a city and a ballpark I’ve never visited and hop a flight to watch the Pirates play a three-game series.

Someday.

There is a Creedance Clearwater Revival song that I remember falling in love with in high school called “Someday Never Comes.”

I was keenly aware, self-reflective and moody teenager that I was, that if you wanted something to happen, you couldn’t wait for someday. You had to make today or tomorrow or Friday turn into someday.

I’ve gotten away from that energy in recent years though – thinking mostly about the day-to-day duties of life. Grind out a busy work-week, try to relax and hang out with friends and be present in my relationships on the weekend, and then go back to it on Monday. Maybe plan a vacation here or there, but mostly just do my best to focus on the now.

There was something incredibly powerful and freeing about taking the trip to St. Louis, and taking it by myself. I haven't traveled to a new place by myself since hopping a flight to Colorado, site unseen and knowing zero people when I was in college.

The energy that I was able to tap into by turning someday into an action plan was almost overwhelming. In fact, prior to attending the first game, I told Sheila that I was going to manifest my first baseball - something that every baseball fan covets - by the end of the weekend.

Low and behold, just a few hours later, I was spinning that first MLB ball around in my hands, equal parts giddy and shocked. One of the coaches, as Pittsburgh wrapped up batting practice, spotted my Pirates hat and chucked me a ball.

So did I manifest a ball?

Uh…that might be a bit of an over-statement, though some would say that’s exactly what I did.

What I would say though, is that I took a risk. I booked a flight, on my own, to a city I hadn’t seen in 30 years. I created an opportunity for myself and I showed up to that opportunity.

That’s the kind of energy I’m trying so desperately to tap into in my own life.

The energy of taking my beliefs and turning them into behaviors. The energy that says hey universe, if I start trying to make some things happen, I believe that you will meet me somewhere along the way.

I don’t know if you’ll meet me half-way, a quarter of the way, or at some other place on the journey, but I know that by putting in the effort, you'll meet me.

What I’m really working on - what I’m learning how to trust – is that I won’t be left hung out to dry if I try to make some magic happen in my life.

If I stop making plans for someday, and start making plans for an actual date in the future, I will feel energized and empowered.

Because someday never comes.