I have a confession to make.
I’m not good at self created deadlines – I can manage ones that others set for me well, I like the pressure and the time that one has to achieve things.
Set it myself however, and I’m a last minute dot commer.
I’m one of those that is running onto the station as the train is arriving, I’m one that says I’m ready when I haven’t even put my dress on, I’m one that is normally racing against time to get to places, I’m one that is normally one or two minutes late for a meeting or says one time and isn’t ready till 30 mins later.
I get distracted or like to fit as many mundane jobs into my spare time as possible – so I’ll be rushing.
One time I had 10 minutes before departure time and I was going to a black tie ball. No one had faith that I would be ready – others had been going for 30 mins to an hour but I set to and was ready, make up, hair and all by 10 mins later.
I have to say that I’m even more delayed if I’m not driving – driving time is worth using for make up or doing my hair. If I am driving – it’s a little earlier to get ready.
Boys have been impressed, I even impress myself sometimes.
There’s one thing that makes me do it – makes me wait till the last second to do things – I hate finishing and realising I have ages to wait, or getting to the station and waiting for 30 mins. Or getting changed and then sitting around.
This is practical time guys, we could be changing the world in this time – but instead we’re waiting.
Not the one for me thanks, kids.