A House Called Tomorrow
Look back only as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make.
~Alberto Rios
Tomorrow comes and goes.
My younger self looked longingly to the when.
When I graduate from high school … When I leave the town of my birth behind … When I get married … When I finish college … When the kids are older .. When I live in my dream house, with a front porch swing.
What happens then?
Then I’m free … Then I’m myself … Then I’m the other half … Then I’m legit … Then I have time … Then I’m home.
A house called tomorrow is now a house called yesterday. It was never meant to be mine. The price was too high.
Shadows of custom cabinets and Italian granite counter tops stayed back to be part of someone else’s dream.
A house called tomorrow was about my hope for the future. Better relationships, a calmer life, and fulfilling experiences. Hopes for different were never meant to be mine. Not at any price.
According to Oprah Winfrey, “Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.”
That giving up hope of reconstructing the past is real power. Accepting what was done as done, and will never be undone is a solid foundation to build a life of precious moments day by day.
Through the decades, I have taken small steps and many airplane rides away from a house called tomorrow. I have learned how to forgive, and at this age forgetting comes easier, to move on, and take care of myself.
I imagine the empty swing on the porch swaying in the spring breeze.
I still miss that swing.
