What Do You Do to Come Back to Your Senses?
Do you ever start something and end up doing something completely and utterly radically different? I fought it, but that’s what happened today.
I started out tonight intending to write a story about a disastrous sailing adventure I had when I was 15.
Then I started thinking about how, in the past three or four weeks, people who have said they would meet me at an agreed-upon time either never showed or were an hour or more late (pet peeve!!!).
As I sat here trying to write the adventure, the being-late scenarios kept popping up.
So, I surrendered, and started writing about them, instead.
Why? Because to me, being late is a gross imposition.
My time is beyond precious — when people trod all over it, I get pretty pissed. I have a backlog of art aching to come out of me onto canvas, paper and iPad. It’s a struggle keeping up with it. Getting interrupted, and then having a no-show is infuriating.
Not one of the people who were late notified me they weren’t coming, or that they had glitches in their lives delaying them. Grrrrrrrr.
The first no-show I just shrugged off, thinking ah well, she just blew it by mistake, no biggie.
