I stress so much about being late for things that I usually plan to be 15 minutes early to things and just wait. i’ll start to flip out if things go south and i’m merely going to be on time. I talked to my therapist about this and she tells me to practice being late. sounds hard but okay i do what she tells me right?

So next poker night i decide to be 15 minutes late (other people routinely are this late so this should be fine!)

Wellll because i’m the only punctual and reliable one the host had counted on me to let people in to her condo (I had keys cuz i’m so reliable!) while she handled the big food order. She didnt bother telling me this because I had never once been late. She ended up being pretty grumpy about it which felt unfair but girl did this have the opposite effect my therapist intended 😂

It has been about 8 months since then and i’m still trying to build up the courage to be late to something. Don’t beat your children folks.

I was never beat but I hate being late. I don’t have an issue with it at all, I’m just… not late, and I don’t see why I should practice being disrespectful with other people’s time.

Anyway, then I had kids and they’re alway always slow which makes me late for everything, so I guess that’s my punishment. I try to be zen about it.