Running Late

We’ve become such a society where we over-pack our schedules and we’re busy busy busy all the time. We sleep less hours than we used to, we eat our meals faster, and most of us would love to work less hours so that we can get on to the rest of our plans for the evening. J I witnessed something completely ridiculous this morning as I was pulling out of my driveway to go to work; there were three different people running to catch the bus at the end of the block. Perhaps they all slept late? Maybe they’re squeezing in a little jog for exercise on the way to work? I just found it so amusing. My pattern is to plan too many fun activities in the evenings and weekends to the point that I often have to rush to move from one to the next. Things get piled on top of each other, and that pesky matter of transportation between events just gets in the way! I consider myself a very punctual person, so I don’t like to be late for anything. It’s especially challenging during the summer when we have such a limited amount of good, warm, sunny days to cram in all the fun before winter comes crashing in again. I’m still waiting for someone to find a way to invent that one extra day each week that we’re all craving. Then we’d have oodles of free time and we could slow down the pace, right?