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Why and How to Be On Time

For about a year now, I've been very punctual. Before making a concerted effort to be on time to everything, I was like any other average person-- sometimes on time, often a few minutes late, occasionally very late. When I identify something I'm bad at, especially something with a prescription that requires little more than willpower, I get very excited about it. That isn't to say that there are so few of these things that they're hard to find, just that introspection can be difficult, making identifying personal weaknesses tricky.

My initial impetus to become punctual was partly that it was an easily correctable deficiency, and partly that it seemed like a trait of a champion. Would most people I admire show up on time to things? Yes, they would.

As I thought more about it, especially during the early phases where being on time was a bit of a challenge, I realized that punctuality is more than just being on time. It's an extension of your honesty.

It is very important to me to never lie. I'm not perfect, of course, but because this is such an important thing to me, I do a good job of it most of the time. When I thought about it, though, if I say that I'm going to be somewhere at ten thirty, and I show up at ten thirty-four, that's a lie. It's a small lie, but it's a lie nonetheless. Even small lies have an effect, both on others and myself.

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On Getting Real

I have seven minutes to stream of conscious something cause I don't think I'll get another shot at writing today, but I am determined to try and at least keep my mind thinking about writing. Today's observations: I'm an awesome Mom. Darren usually wakes Nila up but since he had an early morning meeting the task fell to me and my chosen form of wake-age was to climb in bed with her, cuddle and then have a tickle contest. It was awesome and the cuddles and giggles were sublime. Observaton #2: I'm a terrible mother. Because we spent so much time cuddling and giggling, we ran short on basic get-ready-time and so the last ten minutes we were together I was a slave driver, impatiently getting her into her shoes and jacket and out the door so we could make it to school in before the late bell rang (I've given up caring about the first bell). Observation #3: I can be a big jerk. I was reading through old messages exchanged between myself and one my facebook friends whose conversation I enjoy immensely, yet as I read back through our exchanges, well, I kind of come off looking like a big, self-absorbed jerk. Course, he's kind of full of himself, too. I'm reminded of a quote from another friend long ago, "Are you so self-absorbed you can't see how self-absorbed I am?" Still, Shame on me. I'll try to do better. Observation #4: Someday, when I grow up, I'm going to be a brilliant writer and psychologist. Alright, one more minute to go...I actually spent most of my day perusing camp options in the area and trying to find the most rewarding experiences for Nila at the best price. This is a huge are and there are a lot, a LOT of options. This is a tough game for a maximiser. Okay. That's time for today.

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