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.