I have a bad habit. A really bad habit that is rude and inconsiderate: I am always late (or rushing which is my opinion is worse than being late). I think of myself as a considerate person. I am a planner and list maker by nature. However, I always have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that there are not enough hours in the day. I feel as though I have life A.D.D. I find myself getting sidetracked and unable to stay focused on the task at hand. I tried to set my clocks fast but after a period of time I started calculating my extra time which then results in me being late. When I'm not late I am just on time which makes me worried during my journey to my destination. Once I arrive I feel out of wack, flustered and unable to get comfortable for some time.
So I'm putting my foot down. Being late is not OK. Being on time is not fine. I will now treat all situations as if I'm a part of the police bomb unit and the timer is ticking down. Thankfully I won't blow up. With my track record, I think we know what the result would be.
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