As I sit at my cluttered desk trying to order my thoughts enough to write something, my gaze falls on a greeting card I purchased several weeks ago. It’s a simple “Thank you, thinking of you,” type card I purchased for a special teacher who made a difference in my life and the lives of countless others over the years. I’ve started to send it a handful of times, but unsure what I wanted to write in it, I procrastinated. Again and again.
The card is nothing special. I pick it up and read the words. They would have been enough, even if I didn’t write anything except my name. I should have sent the card.
Three days ago, I attended this beloved woman’s funeral. And now this card that might have brought a smile to her face will bring me only regret. We always think we have time. But sometimes we don’t.
So whatever you’re procrastinating about, just do it. Write the note. Send the card. Pick up the phone and call. Tell someone they’re important to you. Because we always think we have time. But sometimes we don’t.