Clock Watcher

Running late.

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.