You don’t need to be perfect you just need to get started.

Hello! Welcome to Case of The Somedays.

I have been thinking about starting this blog for a long time. So long that a paralyzing fear over took me this morning. “What if someone else comes up with my same “genius” plan on their own and starts a blog with my exact name and idea? What will I do then?” So I thought, frig it, it may not be the perfect time to start a blog but it is a time and really, the time is now. Now is all we have. So here I am.

Case of the Somedays is somewhat in reference to a scene in one of my favourite movies.

If you do not know which scene this is from or to what I am referring then what the hell are you doing reading this? You should be watching Office Space and enriching your pop culture life. Really. Anyways I digress… Case of the Somedays is a direct quote from a man I encountered at my workplace.

Here’s the story:

I work in an industry where I assist people in making costly decisions right before they go on a trip. What choice they make could greatly improve or detract from their travelling experience. You meet people at various stages of acceptance or even basic understanding of the matter at hand. Some are excited, some are annoyed (these people are the worst) and some have done too much research on the internet. It’s a mixed bag. 😉

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I like my job, sometimes. I love to travel so talking about it all day can be fun, somewhat motivating in a fleeting way. Other times jealousy sets in. Its vicious sharp claws sink into my heart and soul and I want to rip the head off of every spoiled 18-22 year old so-and-so who is “like going to South East Asia and like …blah blah blah.” You get the picture.

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So a few months ago I was having a day where I felt stuck in a rut. Hadn’t been anywhere in a while and didn’t really have the funds to go anywhere anytime soon. I was complaining to my colleague loud enough so that a customer heard. He was a short stocky gentleman with a greying beard. He had a wide brimmed oil skin camp-style hat on and a hand carved walking stick. At the end of my I’m-such-a-broke-ass-when-am-I-going-to-get-to-go-travelling-again whining rant I paused. I felt bad for being such a bitch about it all. Sometimes its your turn to hit the road, sometimes it isn’t. So I smiled and said “Someday.” I also feel some karmic magic may happen if I keep saying someday, and not “I’m never…”. The universe knows of my intentions at least.

Tilly hat walks over and says:

“Sorry to interrupt but missy it sure sounds like you’ve got a case of the somedays!” And with a wink he turned the corner and was gone.

Initially I could feel my face turn hot pink and my right eye begin to twitch with intense irritation.

“WHO THE FU….. no, no I’m not giving in…. to some trust fund baby’s idea of a fun way to ruin a person’s day. Missy. Harrumph.”

“Trust fund?! That’s Pete! You don’t know Pete? His wife left him 15 years ago for the gardener or some shit, so he sold their house and been travelling the world ever since. He’s almost out of money, so he’s been teaching English in Korea or Taiwan, I can’t remember.” says my colleague.

Aghast. I slithered off on my lunch break. Pete. No I didn’t know Pete but his words rang inside my head for weeks like merciless church bells. Case. Of. The. Somedays.

So many times the word has crossed my lips. Someday. Someday I will stop wasting all my money on crap I don’t need. Someday I will live in New Zealand again. Someday I will start a blog. Someday I will get a dog. Someday I will take my mother to Paris. Someday I will finally start my Etsy shop. Someday D and I will move into a cool loft space. Someday. Someday. Someday.

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So this is for you Pete. Wherever you may be in this world. Your name may not even be Pete. I don’t really remember. But that’s not the point, the point is that one of my somedays was today.

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