Sometimes, I’d like to think and behave like Scarlett O’Hara. Not because I’m in any way similar to Miss O’Hara, being neither a spoiled girl, living on a plantation in the southern United States or having a penchant for 19th century men and dresses. But rather because of the way she at times refuses to deal with a problem and instead raises her head and declares that “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow” and “After all… tomorrow is another day“.  And sometimes, that is exactly what I want to say.