I could always wait until tomorrow, but where’s the fun in that? Tomorrow turns into next week, next month or next year. Soon you’ll find regret. No, today is for the seizing; that’s where you’ll find joy. The gift is in the progress, compounding day by day. Like raindrops fill the dam, you hardly even notice. Until its walls swell like a bursting hot pudding. You’ve shed tears over the setbacks, but oh, how the tides have turned. For each one of those lessons now worth a pot of gold. The small wins you accumulate bring a subtle smile inside. Because you can see the future, you know where this is headed. The old you is delighted and they pat you on the back. They thank you for your service and convincing them of your oath: Today is for the seizing, let nothing go to waste. You have nothing to regret.