I think some of this comes from my mother who is extremely timely and taught me to also plan well and think ahead. I'll admit I think some of this also comes from a little bit of FOMO (ya know, fear of missing out) because I hate being the last one to show up when everyone is already have tons of fun.
Lately I've been working on trying not to get so anxious about time because Mr. Young is completely opposite of me in this department. And yes, this causes much stress for us. When I'm in the car racing to my destination I've tried to slow it down and remind myself that if I'm three minutes late "the world will go on" (for most things). Driving any faster really isn't going to make a big difference and it just puts me on edge. At that point if I'm already going to be a bit late, why stress over it?
Surprise, not today!
My internal clock had me up at 7:00am, forty five minutes after we were supposed to be up, and I first freaked out because I was supposed to run six miles before work (who was I kidding with that goal?). Then I realized Mr. Young was still asleep and screamed "GET UP IT'S 7:00!! IT'S 7:00! OMG!"
Typically this wouldn't be the biggest wrench in his plans but today of all days he had a faculty meeting before work. While he ran for the shower I started stressing over how I didn't get to run and I said to myself "Self, get it together! If that's the worst that happens today you're not doing too bad." Instead I ran downstairs to help Mr. Young get ready.
With impeccable timing he came downstairs to grab his lunch, breakfast, and coffee I somehow threw together in three minutes and was out the door at 7:10.
Although he was freaking out during those ten minutes I kept reminding him that he is a responsible employee and being 5-10 minutes late for his meeting was not going to be that detrimental. For someone who's worked 7:30am-9:30pm every day this week, I think missing an alarm is exactly what he needed.
So when you're running around today in your crazy life remember that the only thing it's going to do is stress you out. Don't mosy along to your appointments, but please don't sprint either. I promise it will be OK, and if not we can all move to Europe where five minutes late (or more) is the norm.