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 earlier! 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.