I’m always on the edge of time, making it there just in the nick of it. Or getting there five minutes late. Sweating all the way, going through self-recrimination thelast ten miles, the last few blocks. It takes time off your life.
The ironic thing is, racing around too close to the edge of feasibility doesn’t help you get things done.
Sometimes you can get into more projects, more experiences. But the quality of your engagement becomes questionable, and the stress factor upon yourself increases.
5 extra minutes. A buffer for traffic, for the unexpected, for the last ride up the elevator you didn’t account for. Get there early. It doesn’t matter if they arrive a half hour late. You can’tcontrol that. But you can have a high influence over your own arrival time.
You might even get a reputation of being prompt.