Today is a Gift

It was bright and sunny outside. Scorching hot. A pleasant change from the overcast sky and lengthy showers of rain the area had been experiencing lately. Emily was trying hard to study for her upcoming exams, but it was not easy. The sun called to her. It was such a rare occurrence that she just could not let the opportunity go to waste. Telling herself she would work harder tomorrow to make up for it, and that a break would be good for her, she closed over the textbooks and went in search of her keys.

You only get one life,” she remarked aloud to herself, “might as well live it.”

Her mother would disagree of course. Studying was more important that sun bathing, otherwise what would your life amass to? Working a dead end job, made all the more hateful and depressing because you knew in yourself that you had the abilities to be so much more? It was her mother that had pushed Emily this far, to train to be a doctor. Her life was all mapped out for her. But just this once, she was going to live a little. Just as she reached the front door, her mobile phone sounded.

Justine, hi,” Emily answered. “Ha, I was just thinking the same thing. Sure, I’ll be there in 5 to pick you all up.” The day was coming together nicely. Her group of uni friends had apparently had the same thought and a barbecue was in arrangement. Studying could wait. Emily had a life to live. One final glance towards her abandoned desk and her attention was caught by one of her home-made posters hanging on the wall.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift – that’s why it’s called The Present

And what is a gift, if not to be enjoyed,” remarked Emily once again to herself, reaffirmed in her decision. With one last smile, she left to join her friends and make some memories.

Now? Later!

We all procrastinate. Website, magazine, knitting project, TV show, something else — what’s your favorite procrastination destination?

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