Growing older means watching “someday” become a scheduling decision.

Someday sits comfortably in the imagination and requires nothing. At a certain point you realize it will only ever happen if it gets a date, a booking, and a place in an actual week. The vague version was never a plan, only a pleasant feeling about the future.

Take one someday and give it a date this month. Book something, even badly, even too early. The transition from intention to schedule is the entire difference between the things people do and the things they meant to.