The tsunami of summer is upon me and I am feeling like I’m already playing catch up (I almost wrote ketchup).
Time is still this elusive factor for me. I have always been a “procrastinator.” I say that I’m good with a deadline.
But the thing is, I don’t want to be good with a deadline. I want to be ahead of the deadline and sipping a matcha latte as everyone else ketches-up…ahem, catches up.
There is something strangely comforting to the adrenaline rush that pushing towards a deadline does for my nervous system. It is something that’s been ingrained in me for a long time, maybe for generations.
As I work on my relationship with time, I hope this feeling of playing catch up is left in the dust.