Anyone who knows me knows that I have problems with being on time. This is a thing I inherited from my mother, but I accept full responsibility. I just don't know time very well. Me and time, we're not close. I never know how long anything will take me to do, and it always takes longer, and then I show up late, which everyone expected anyway, and I feel horrible guilt about it. HORRIBLE guilt. I value your time, I really do. I just don't know how to be responsible in that way.
Running late is usually my excuse for driving my car to campus, which is a bad habit I would like to evaporate. This morning, on boyfriend's advice, I woke up at 7 and had time to wake up, brush teeth, water the garden, feed the cat his 2 morning meals, take a shower, eat breakfast, and walk to campus. WHAT WHAT. You know it.
Me and time, we have a difficult relationship but we are working on it.