It’ll get done someday.
Or, actually (spoiler alert!): it might never get done.
As in: never ever, won’t happen, not tomorrow, not next week, not once things settle down, not when you retire, not when you finally have that extra time or money or even time and money. Not after the house gets painted or the washing machine finally goes. When the cows come home or hell freezes over. No, that thing you think will get done someday might never get done. Never, not ever.
Never is quite the difficult concept to grasp, but I think each passing year of life, you understand it a smidgen better.
After my dad passed away there were papers on his desk. There were still boxes in the attic that we had sorted through. His iTunes library still had duplicate songs.
I didn’t really understand. These were things that he was going to get done, but they didn’t get done. Then he was gone. But that wasn’t what it said in the rulebook, the instruction manual of life. Oh wait, that’s right, there is no manual.
But what about those things on my list that just never seem to get done? Is it possible that they will actually never get done? I didn’t think that used to be a possibility, an option. But maybe that’s what will happen.
If that’s the case, maybe we should prioritize what we’d actually really truly like to get done and make another list for stuff that doesn’t really really need to ever get done.
The challenge is that making that list is probably going to go on the list of things that will never get done.