Somehow, and yet again, I let the morning slip by and almost missed my train to work. I certainly was up early enough, but I frittered the time away on silly and useless things like surfing the web, checking emails etc…
However, I was not alone. My neighbor Helen was also running late. We were both cutting it close for making the commuter rail train. As we hurried up the street, we chatted about time management, the lack thereof, and how it always seemed we were running for the train each morning.
Then she dropped this gem on me: “How can I get mad at people for wasting my time when I’m the biggest waster of my own time?”
The terrible shock of recognition. She was absolutely right. It was an epiphany.
When it comes to wasting my time, I am my own worst offender.
copyright 2019 Christopher Donahue