Late

Yes I’m late; I’m very late. but it’s not important, nor a date. This running behind situation I’m in will have no greater bearing on my life or well-being than if I was early, which is usually the case.

If I had left when I planned, right now I’d be sitting, staring at my phone, trying not to nap, wondering if it was too early to go inside.

But as it is, I will walk in; a few people will ask why I’m late; most won’t notice.

And life will go on. As I look back on this day, I will not remember I was late, just like I would not remember if I was early or on time.

So I’m just going to breathe the stress out and keep driving.

Because really, that’s all I can do.

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Posted on March 7, 2013, in Life, short story, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I really enjoyed reading your post! Thanks!
    Chris Mobley
    http://www.cmobleydesigns.com

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