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Late energy...
2024-10-31
Rarely am I the kind of gal who arrives late. For one thing, I am the master of my time, not the other way around. Procrastinators like to believe that they are in charge, at least when they put off doing something until tomorrow, but in reality they are the slave to time and time is their master. Procrastination only means you are avoiding the inevitable discomfort.
Those who master time are efficient and are able to compartmentalize and judge what tasks require immediate attention vs the items that can be put at the bottom of the "things-to-do" list. But whether you choose to play the game of master and slave, time will force you to assume a role, nonetheless.
Time waits for no man. Time often waits for women, however, particularly if we are having our hair, nails and faces done up to go out on a fancy occasion. Then men become the clocks and wait for their gal to doll herself up. The trophy on the end of the arm requires polishing from time to time and therefore the man will eventually concede that no matter how many times he pressures his lady to hurry up, he cannot move time forward or backward to accommodate just the right amount of time she spends to accomplish her goals. That's why they invented beer and cigarettes for men, in order that they may pace quietly outside while they wait. I didn't create the world. I'm merely a participant who observes and offers enlightenment, only to those of course who are open to receive it.
But there is another kind of time, what I call late energy. Late energy is the kind you generate when you wake up past your alarm and realize if you don't hustle your buns, you won't make it to work on time. The amount of energy that is generated, while in the throes of running around like an idiot, preparing yourself to leave, is enough to operate a portable generator, I swear. I've done this a few times, sleeping soundly with my ear-plugs, sleep mask, and a white-noise making machine... that my alarm was chiming away for ten minutes, only for me to finally wake up, wondering how is it possible that I slept so profoundly deep that I missed my alarm, and why is it that I'm not able to do this at will?
Some psychologists believe that individuals who are perpetually late do so because this is inherent in their passive-aggressive natures: they don't want to adhere to societal expectations of them, so they'd rather that you adhere to theirs. I've one friend (male) who has a slightly different spin. "I arrive late intentionally so that no one expects me to be on time all the time and this attitude gives me wiggle room to arrive when I'm ready to arrive!"
Is cleverness a component when it comes to the artful management of time? For me, arriving on time means you respect the individual who awaits your presence. This I wholly appreciate.
Those who master time are efficient and are able to compartmentalize and judge what tasks require immediate attention vs the items that can be put at the bottom of the "things-to-do" list. But whether you choose to play the game of master and slave, time will force you to assume a role, nonetheless.
Time waits for no man. Time often waits for women, however, particularly if we are having our hair, nails and faces done up to go out on a fancy occasion. Then men become the clocks and wait for their gal to doll herself up. The trophy on the end of the arm requires polishing from time to time and therefore the man will eventually concede that no matter how many times he pressures his lady to hurry up, he cannot move time forward or backward to accommodate just the right amount of time she spends to accomplish her goals. That's why they invented beer and cigarettes for men, in order that they may pace quietly outside while they wait. I didn't create the world. I'm merely a participant who observes and offers enlightenment, only to those of course who are open to receive it.
But there is another kind of time, what I call late energy. Late energy is the kind you generate when you wake up past your alarm and realize if you don't hustle your buns, you won't make it to work on time. The amount of energy that is generated, while in the throes of running around like an idiot, preparing yourself to leave, is enough to operate a portable generator, I swear. I've done this a few times, sleeping soundly with my ear-plugs, sleep mask, and a white-noise making machine... that my alarm was chiming away for ten minutes, only for me to finally wake up, wondering how is it possible that I slept so profoundly deep that I missed my alarm, and why is it that I'm not able to do this at will?
Some psychologists believe that individuals who are perpetually late do so because this is inherent in their passive-aggressive natures: they don't want to adhere to societal expectations of them, so they'd rather that you adhere to theirs. I've one friend (male) who has a slightly different spin. "I arrive late intentionally so that no one expects me to be on time all the time and this attitude gives me wiggle room to arrive when I'm ready to arrive!"
Is cleverness a component when it comes to the artful management of time? For me, arriving on time means you respect the individual who awaits your presence. This I wholly appreciate.
