“Someday” is for Dreamers

Sep 8, 2014 by

“‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.”

– Tim Ferriss


Because when you book your dream trip to Europe and your first stop is Paris, you go for celebratory macarons.

Because when you book your dream trip to Europe and your first stop is Paris, you go for celebratory macarons.

          “Have you had our macarons before?” the owner of Delysées asked me when I walked into my favourite King W bakery.

          “I have,” I assured. “They’re amazing!”

          He beamed with pride. I could tell he’s passionate about what he does.

          “You know, I always come in here and get just one – because I should be eating none – but I booked a flight to Paris today, so I’m going to get three!” I excitedly announced. (Macarons are $2.25 a piece. Three made me feel like I was ballin’.)

          “When are you going to Paris?” he smiled.

          “I leave September 28,” I proudly declared with a hint of a kid-in-a-candy-store shriek. “I have 82 days in Europe, and I’m staying in Paris for at least the first month.”

          As he slipped my macaron selections (lime-basil, birthday cake, and strawberry cheesecake) into a dainty cellophane bag, he suggested places for me to visit in France (he lived there until age 12 and returns yearly), like Ladurée on Champs-Elysées. (Can we please take a moment to acknowledge that I was casually being given tips on where to stop for macarons on Champs-Elysées because I’m soon going to be in the area? I fucking love my life!) He admitted that Ladurée makes the best macarons in the world.

          “Better than – I’m going to pronounce this wrong – Pierre Hermé?” I asked in excitement (I hear people wait in line for Pierre Hermé’s macarons, and I promise I will be one of them), feeling like I was suddenly in on Paris’s best-kept macaron secret. (A quick Google search would later reveal that Ladurée is all over Europe and even has locations in the United States, but I still feel privy. Apparently, the Ladurée on Champs-Elysées is the best of them all.)

          He taught me the correct pronunciation (which I already forget), and confirmed that Ladurée’s macarons are in fact better than Pierre Hermé’s.

          “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” I said, realizing I hadn’t asked yet.

          “Fred,” he answered.

          “Hi Fred, I’m Maria,” I introduced myself, reaching my arm over the counter to shake his hand.

          “I’m going to give you a fourth macaron on me, Maria, because I like that you smile a lot.” He reached for a complimentary raspberry buttercream, and placed it in my bag.

          “Thank you so much!” I exclaimed. “That’s so nice!”




          Paris is official, friends! Ladurée and Pierre Hermé, I’m coming for your macarons! I have a non-refundable, non-one-way, non-subject-to-speculation-by-immigration flight booked! My dream is weeks away from being real, not that I ever doubted its becoming of reality. I don’t fuck around. When I want something, I go for it, as proven by right now. I don’t wishfully spew hopes from my mouth that dreams I dream will come true. I make them come true. My dreams are not vague visions of the future that may or may not actually be. I don’t live in whimsical images of “someday.”

          Ironically, if you look up someday in the thesaurus (by which I mean Thesaurus.com), its antonym is never, as if someday implies something definite. I’d argue that never is someday’s synonym. Someday is not a guarantee; it’s wishy-washy. People often use it in an I-want-to-do-this-but-never-actually-will way: “Someday I’ll quit the job I hate,” say the people that don’t seek other opportunities. “Someday I’ll travel the world,” say the people that don’t save the money to board the flight. “Someday I’ll move to [insert dream city here],” say the people that don’t venture further than the Caribbean for longer than a week. “Someday I’ll [etc, etc, etc . . .],” say the dreamers without plans.

          Someday is a feel-good word. It reduces cognitive dissonance for people that don’t get where they want to go, because at least someday isn’t never – except that it is. Doers don’t blurt out someday. They don’t say things like, “Someday I’ll do Y when X isn’t a factor.” They don’t mold to this formulated excuse. Real talk: X isn’t the factor that makes or breaks your dreams; you are. X is just the scapegoat, and someday is the defense mechanism. You are the do or do not, so you must choose to do as you dream. Dream, and dream big, but don’t dream for the sake of dreaming. Don’t lose your ambition in the trap that is someday. Someday is the difference between the dreamers and the doers. Don’t succumb to it.

Happiness Tip: Don’t give way to “someday.”

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