Sometimes I don’t feel like doing certain things, like going to important meetings, or finishing those reports, or making that essential phone call, but I do them. If I do these unpleasant tasks now, I tell myself, in the future I can sip tequila on a beach in Mexico. Or have some gin and tonics and tapas in Spain. Or lie on my couch and stare at the ceiling fan while the cat sits on my chest. I have at least one of these to look forward to. Which one I don't know, but I can't wait.