I don’t like it.
I like to be on time. To be on time I have to be there before I’m suppose to be.
In the past month I have been late more than I care to have in a life time, let alone a month. I haven’t clocked in to work late, but I haven’t been there early. I was late for class because we were locked out of house and car. That was a happy moment.
Time is so elusive. I can’t slow it down. I can’t make it stop. I can’t make any deals or bargains with it. There is absolutely NO reasoning with it. It just keeps running. And it’s running way faster than me. I try to keep up and do everything I need to do. But I can’t run as fast as time is running.
I’m not saying I want time to stop. I’m not even saying I expect time to do anything about this dilemma. I’m just saying I wish I could keep up.
I do not like to be late. Or for that matter, I don’t like running out of time.