Seems that being late isn’t necessarily a character flaw.
Or passive-aggressive behavior.
Some of us are late, it turns out, because we’re trying to cram too much into the day.
That means we’re optimistic about checking items off the to-do list.
Our alarm goes off at 5 a.m. and yet I’m always rushing out the door 4 hours later.
Mornings are the best time for writing, so I spend the early hours on the computer.
And making lunches, washing dishes, tossing a load of clothes into the machine, watering the garden, feeding the dog, listening to NPR, taking out the rubbish, showering, dressing, writing a letter, paying a bill, reading the New York Times and checking on weather.
Chronic tardies are a bit unrealistic, thinking we can get a boatload of work done in a brief time.
That realism is like magic, and chronic tardies are magical thinkers.
I’m a magical thinker.