“I’ll Be Good Tomorrow”

Your Brain’s Dirty Little Secret

Your lower brain LOVES the phrase “I’ll be good tomorrow.” Because it knows exactly what it means.

If you’re going to be good tomorrow, it means you get to be bad right now.

It’s permission.

That part of your brain—the primal, reward-seeking, dopamine-addicted part—starts doing cartwheels. It lights up like a pokie machine on ecstasy. YES! Permission to party! And I don’t even have to feel guilty, because we’ve already scheduled the redemption arc for tomorrow!

Sneaky bastard, isn’t it?

It’s not your fault. But it is your responsibility.

Because the truth is, that craving? That urgent, restless desire that bubbles up like a faulty kettle—it can’t make you do anything.

It’s powerless without your consent.

Which brings us to...

Name and Notice – The Habit-Breaker’s Anthem

Cue the swelling music. This is the bit where you learn the simplest and most revolutionary tool you’ve never tried because it sounds too stupid to work:

Name and Notice.

That’s it.

Instead of obeying the craving or distracting yourself from it or entering a fierce negotiation that ends with an empty biscuit packet and self-loathing, you just say what’s happening.

“This is a craving.”
“My brain wants a reward.”
“I’m feeling restless.”
“There’s a tightness in my chest and my jaw wants chocolate.”

No drama. No shame. Just observation.

You are not a craving. You are the one watching the craving.

When you name it, you reclaim your seat at the wheel. You go from passenger to pilot. From zombie to conscious being.

This moment is your power. Not tomorrow. Now.

And yes, it will feel weird at first. Like speaking Latin to your dog. But that weirdness is a good sign. It means you’re doing something new. Something different. Something that interrupts the cycle.

And what do you do after you name it?

Nothing.

You wait. You breathe. You let the craving rise and fall, like a wave. And it will fall. Because all feelings are temporary—even the strong ones. Especially the strong ones.

Change Is Not a Fucking Fairy Tale

Let’s not romanticise it. Change is not magical. It’s not sparkly. It doesn’t show up in a glittery jumpsuit to save you from yourself. It’s not an overnight makeover or a single TED talk or a detox tea that makes your bowels weep.

Change is uncomfortable. Inconvenient. And incredibly fucking worth it.

But it only ever happens in the moment of decision.

Not in the planning. Not in the promises. Not in the Pinterest board of healthy recipes you’ve never made.

Change happens when you look that craving in the eye and say, “I see you. You’re allowed to be here. But you don’t get to drive.”

It’s not willpower. It’s awareness. It’s choice. It’s you showing up for you.

So next time you hear that whisper—“I’ll be good tomorrow”—say this instead:

“No. I’ll be present right now.”
“I’ll be powerful right now.”
“I’ll be kind to myself right now.”
“I’ll be fucking real right now.”

And then you name it. You notice it. You feel it.

And you become someone new.

Not tomorrow.

Today.

Cue applause. Curtain closes. Fridge remains unopened.

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