Someday
by Mezdulene Bliss
I
t was 1972, I was 18 and
newly married. My husband
and I bought a few acres of
land in the boonies of Oregon
and built a hippy house with
our own four hands out of used
lumber and windows from old
farmhouses. I decorated with an-
imal-print bean bag chairs and
macramé. For those of you who
don’t know what it is, macramé
is a craft where you tie knots in
hemp string. I made everything
from bracelets to curtains to
flower pot hangers. One day I
bought supplies to make a huge
wall-hanging. There was the
book of directions, balls of hemp
string and large beads. It was
going to be epic. never going to get here. I was no
longer even remotely interested
in macramé and it was time to
move on. The box went to Good-
will.
Then life happened, I had a kid,
caught my husband having an
affair, got divorced and moved. I
packed all the wall-hanging sup-
plies in a box and looked forward
to making it someday. Every time
I moved, I’d look in that box and
I’d think, “someday I’m going
to make that wall-hanging.” 33
years, a few moves and lots of life
changes later, I ran across that
box and it hit me. Someday was And then there were the clothes.
Someday I was going to fit back
into that. You see where I’m
going here.
35
That day was a pivotal moment
for me. I started looking around
at my life and seeing all the
‘someday things.’ I had a shelf
in my sewing room stacked floor
to ceiling with yards of fabric.
Someday I was going to make a
dress out of this or a quilt out of
that, and someday I’d figure out
what to do with that piece over
there or someday remember why
I bought that one. I could sew
from here to kingdom come and
never get through all that fabric.
I gathered all my someday
things, sold some of them and
gave the rest of them away. I in-
vited my friends and belly dance
students and had a big giveaway
party. I piled everything on the
floor of my studio and people
drew numbers. Number one
chose an item, then number two
and so on. I was so thrilled to get
rid of my burden of ‘someday
things’ and chuckled to myself
as I thought how they were now
someone else’s ‘somedays.’
‘Someday’ I was going to be able
to afford to travel. It was a life-
time dream of mine and ‘some-
day’ it was going to happen. A
few months ago, some friends
of mine said they were going to
Scotland and asked me to go
with them. Scotland? I’ve always
wanted to travel there. Castles,
sacred stone circles and fairies
are waiting for me. I didn’t have
the money for a trip to Scotland,
but I was done with waiting for
someday and agreed to go with
them on a divinely feminine spir-
itual journey.
On the same day we met to make
plans, another friend invited me
to go to Mexico with her, which
is another place I’ve always
wanted to go. Really?
Someday was here! It didn’t just
magically arrive, I decided I was