It's Fine, I'll Do It Tomorrow.

Welcome, one and all, to the start of the weekend. Whatever it holds foy you, I hope you manage to at least enjoy some, if not all, of it. The title, for many of us might well have become a mantra. I, along with many, have said 'It's fine, I'll do it tomorrow' and back it up with a plethora of good reasons why tomorrow is better than today.

Of course there's a good chance that tomorrow will come with an added set of tasks that you

might not have planned for and all of a sudden life is beginning to stack up on you.

It's 7.24am here at 'Twack Central' and it's the calm before the storm that is, delivery weekend. Every third weekend it comes round. You could set your sundial by it. As Dr. Who might say 'It's a fixed point in time and therefore cannot be altered' sad but true.

We've already done a few. 'The Friday Night Club' those that are never in on the weekend. Score one for us. It's not an overly hard day today, for me at least. It will add up to about five and a half hours of driving but we'll only cover about thirty miles. I like to think that once it's done, I have three weeks to really get into everything else, which helps me get through this weekend. Silver linings and all that.

Back to the matter in hand and the above is relevant. Upon our return I would like to 'kick back' or as it is now, catch up. Problem was that I'd come back to the aftermath of a weeks worth of life and the house would be in more turmoil than is normally the case. It would make me 'itch' and I couldn't relax. There would always be something to do in preparation for the week ahead.

As part of this years, plus the last month of last years, resolutions, it was my aim to do things in the 'now' rather than ignore them and do them later. Even the smallest things, as when left they can grow, exponentially.

Yesterday, even though I didn't feel like it, I vacuumed the entire house. Whoopydo, I hear you cry. The beauty is that I will return late this afternoon and the place will look clean. I did two wash loads, Thursday night and Friday morning, so now there will be nothing to do until Monday. I even emptied the bin, knowing that if I didn't, no one else would but they'd still try to cram a load more rubbish in there.

This morning, I am here, writing to you, knowing that I could have left it until I return. I even thought about leaving the exercises until later. I have learnt, maybe late on in life, that it's worth pulling ones finger out and just getting and doing stuff in the 'now'.

I've had a conversation recently about choices. Without really digging too deep and having a full on debate about it, my feeling is that pretty much most things in life come down to choice. There's always a choice. It's either one or the other. Yes or no. Do it or don't. We can try to complicate it, throw in some mitigating circumstances, list a whole string of excuses but when all is said and done, it comes down to making a decision, a choice.

At the end of the day the buck stops with you. Whether it's hitting that snooze button one more time or saying 'It's fine, I'll do it tomorrow' the decision is yours and yours alone. No one else can do it for you and no one can make you do it.

On that note, my time has run out. Here's to us all having a wonderful day.

Twack Romero.