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On time is late…

I got a late start this morning and by the time I was dressed and ready to take my walk it was in the mid-nineties.  So, I sat in my chair thinking.  First thought was I gotta get up 232323232-fp63597-nu=3498-89--738-258989-82925-ot1lsiearlier! Second thought was to forget the walk. Then I daydreamed a while.  I do know how to waste a day.  Finally, I decided to get on the computer and get some writing done.   Anyway, I am joining Tuesday Chatter with my In Other Words post. You would think since I host In Other Words I would do my post before the last day but it seems I am always a bit behind. Probably due to late starts and daydreaming.

The prompt for In Other Words:

“Time flows the same way for all human beings;
every human being flows through time in a different way.”
Yasunari Kawabata

The first person I thought of when I read this quote was my father.  He was something of a worrier and one of the things he worried about was being late. Everywhere he went if he wasn’t at least fifteen minutes early he was late.  When the family had someplace to be at a certain time he would be ready way before the rest of us and a nervous wreck worrying that we would be late.  He would pace or sit in his chair tapping his foot, shaking his head and telling us we were going to be late making it sound like we were breaking the law and would see prison time if we didn’t hurry.

As a child, he made me so nervous and a little afraid of being late that sometimes I would sort of move in slow motion resulting in our not being fifteen minutes early which meant we were late.  Then he would tell the story about how I was supposed to be born on St Patrick’s day but I was late making them wait a week longer and how they have been waiting for me ever since. Back then I felt bad that I made everyone wait for me and became like him and worried about not being on time which meant I had to be early.

Somewhere in time how I felt about the story changed and I now see it as a sweet memory. I do try to be on time but no longer worry about being late. At least not to the point of nervous tics happening. The older I get I am less concerned about time.  I try to be on time and usually am but if I am less that ten minutes late I still consider myself on time.

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11 thoughts on “On time is late…

  1. I am always on time, and sometimes early. Now, that I am retired, I am more relaxed but I still like to be on time. Thank you linking to Tuesday Chatter and I like the Tuesday Chatter link image.

  2. My Grampy was always early for everything. I tend to follow in his footsteps. Bill, however, is late for just about everything…except his jobs! He is never late for a delivery, ever! I don’t get it! Hugs!

  3. My father was like that bout being on time too, especially for church, and he would about drive us nuts by hollering up the stairs “We leave in ten minutes… we leave in five minutes…”! I still like to be everywhere on time and I get frustrated with coworkers who are ok with showing up ten minutes late on a regular basis. I guess I am old-fashioned in my thoughts about time. I also procrastinate on doing posts until the very end, or sometimes until the deadline has passed, like this one! I mean well and I intend to and even get my post started, thinking I’ll come back and finish it and somehow my motivational train gets derailed. I think I have too much on my mind and not enough action taking place! I love to write though, I just need to get more organized about it… and pretty much everything else as well!

    1. There are definitely times when being on time is important but I don’t think we need to get too focused on the clock most of the time. Seems if I think about the time too much I feel busier than I am and more harried. Sometimes I think so long about all I have to do and how there isn’t enough time to do it all that nothing gets done. 🙂

  4. I always used to be on time. Then I had a kid. No matter how carefully I backtracked from the appointed time to determine what time I had to begin getting ready to leave in order to arrive on time, I found even if I added an additional 20 minutes, there was still going to be SOMEthing that undermined all my best laid plans. Lol

  5. I don’t remember how it worked for me when I was much, much. I cannot recall when I wasn’t nervous about being on time. Anything might hold me up, an accident, a traffic jam, a detour because of construction. I am always early. I once had a roommate who gave me ulcers. I don’t do well when others keep me waiting. Eke. 😀 😀 😀

    1. I think we are healthier and happier when we are relaxed with time. There are things that are important and promptness is needed but for the most part a ten or fifteen-minute wait is not bad. I don’t think life is meant to be ruled by the clock.

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