thought for the day - being late

As Michael can tell you, i truly cannot stand to be late to anything...anytime...anywhere.  It drives me absolutely bonkers.  i don't really know why i am like this, as i do not remember any childhood experience where i was traumatized for being late...unless it is something subconscious and has not been awakened in my long term memory yet.  i get so tense...sometimes called for, sometimes not, when i am afraid of being late.  i am that person that will show up on time to whatever you invite me to...usually.  I try my best not to be early, but that sometimes happens. 

This morning, for example, i had to drop Michael off at the train station so he could make the train to work.  We had plenty of time to get there.  But, as it got closer to the time i thought we should leave, i started to get anxious.  i knew in my head that we had plenty of time, but i kept thinking of all of the possibilities of things that might happen to delay us and make Michael miss his train.  Of course, we got there in plenty of time and all was well....until....

i actually got home earlier than i thought from the train station, so i did not rush to campus as i had expected i might have to.  My class is at 10AM and i walk to campus.  It takes about 15-20 minutes in the cold weather to get there...what can i say, i walk slower when it's cold.  Anyway, i go outside a little after 9 to check the mail, turn to go back inside and realize i have locked myself out of the house.  Of course, i start worrying that i am going to be late for my class and i have to be there today because we were taking a quiz of sorts that pertains to our class activities next week.  i am trying to remain calm and go next door to get the spare key from Lois.  Naturally she is at work and the spare was not where it usually hangs, so no luck there.  Then, i decided to check with my landlords, who live around the corner.  Luckily, i ran into Lynn just as she was leaving the house to walk the dog.  Big relief.  Got the key, got in the house, got my bookbag and my keys and headed back out to return her key.  It was a little after 9:30 when i started making my way to campus.  Trying to walk faster and faster with each step so that i wouldn't be late.  And i did make it on time with about 5 minutes to spare...and a good sweat and tight legs lol

Long story short...i hate being late

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