Tomorrow

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time This may not mean the same to the scholars as it does to me. This Soliloquy spoken by Lord Macbeth after the death of his wife has always stuck with me.. To me it was the Lord grieving for the loss of his wife and the thought of pushing everything off until the next day. Though Scholars dispute that Lord Macbeth was flippant and perhaps remorseless after the death of his wife, it makes little difference to me. These three simple words have followed and haunted me throughout most of my adult life. My tomorrows seem to creep by slowly but when I stop and look, I've already lost so man, recorded and archived, never to be used again. So this blog is both my Ode to and mark of defiance against, procrastination that has taken so many of my tomorrows. I may fill this with musings, or rants, complaints and praises.. but my goal is to fill it, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow until the posts creep up in numbers, recorded here on this site. An archive of time, well wasted.