I gave up lateness for Lent this year.
This basically means that I stopped saying things like "I don't know why I'm always late! It just happens and time is like this black hole and all of the sudden I'm late." and instead started telling myself, in no uncertain terms, that I'm not quite as awesome as I think I am, and I cannot, in fact, load the dishwasher and clean the bathroom and drive across town in 20 minutes.
I resolved it at the start of my 26th year and then again at the start of the new year but was met with only marginal success.
But with this Lenten challenge, things are on the right track. I've only been late one time during the stretch, but that's not so bad for a chronic struggler. What I've found is that:
- It feels good to be on time. I used to be obnoxiously punctual (i.e. in high school) and I forgot how it makes you feel uber prepared and together. The empty dishwasher feels better at the end of the night, but on the front end, the extra few minutes to get it together are equally as fulfilling.
- When people are late, it's kind of annoying. Sheesh. That was annoying when I was late so much, I'll bet, to all those people who were on time.
With these revelations, I'm thinking this punctuality is going to re-become the name of my game. There aren't a lot of things I'd like to bring back from high school (like cargo pants, Abercrombie or mega-flares), but for this one, I'm making an exception.