There's the somedays and there's todays.

Someday I'll sit on the lawn with a boy and sip champagne and look up at the Eiffel Tower as the sun sets.  Someday, I'll take long road trips with him, down the coast, or just head East.  Someday, I'll love to dance, and I wont have to switch partners after a song or two. I'll rest my head on a boys chest as he guides me around the floor.  I'll actually enjoy slow dancing.  I'll make a fool of myself, and he will too, right with me.  Someday, there'll be more than just a boy too.  I'll write and write and stories will flow, and unleash on people.  They'll open the book and get stuck.  They'll stay.  They won't be able to leave. Someday.  And little ones will litter my floor, pjs and messy slept-on hair reading books, or coloring... hopefully in coloring books.  Someday.

Today, I finish my first week as a paralegal.   I transfer funds. I relish lunch with a friend.   I sip my second coffee of the day.  I look out my window at a rainy, beautiful Seattle day.   I write to-do lists for putting away laundry, cleaning my car, changing the oil, hitting the gym.   Today, I love.

Someday, after enough todays, I'll learn a new love, have new to-do lists, new windows to stare out of, and wonder how I got there.   But really I'll remember, I'll always remember, it was through the todays.  The only way to someday is to stay in today.