This sounds like something my grandmother would’ve said. I’ve always thought about this aphorism in terms of a chore, but it could just as easily be applied to each and every day we live. Think about it, if you don’t live each day as you intend, when will you have time to do it over?
We all know the answer. There are no do-overs. Once the day is done, it’s history. Just thinking about that, impels me to make each day a masterpiece.
Ask yourself: If today was to really turn out well, what would it look like?