The Many Faces of Someday

When I started this blog, it began with a “someday.”

For years I said it: Someday I’ll start that blog. I had things to say, but I wasn’t sure they’d stretch past a few paragraphs. Then one day, I stopped saying someday and simply began. What started as short reflections became stories that grew legs—some long enough to wander toward a book I’m now quietly shaping.

So yes, I’ve been writing—just not posting as much. The words have been gathering in notebooks, documents, and late-night drafts that might someday become chapters.

And that’s what brought me back to this word. Someday.

It’s such a small word, but it carries an oversized suitcase. Inside, you’ll find hope, longing, procrastination, and possibility all jumbled together like mismatched socks. It’s the word we lean on when the present feels too narrow and the future feels like an open field.

I’ve noticed how often someday sneaks into my own sentences. Someday I’ll take that trip. Someday I’ll write more. Someday I’ll finally get around to that project. It shows up when I’m daydreaming, when I’m stalling, when I’m secretly daring to believe life still has surprises left.

And isn’t that the paradox? Someday is both comforting and slippery. On one hand, it’s the lantern we carry forward when things feel dark—a reminder that tomorrow might glow brighter. On another, it’s a hiding place for dreams we’re not ready to chase. Sometimes it even tricks us, shimmering like a mirage we never quite reach. And still, at its quietest, someday whispers that life isn’t done unfolding—that there are chapters unwritten, joys unseen, and second chances still waiting.

Over the next few posts, I’ll be exploring these different faces of someday—as hope, as escape, as mirage, and as quiet truth. Each one tells a different story, and each one reveals something about how we hold our dreams.

Maybe you’ll recognize your own someday along the way.

— The Wallflower