bothari.

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m getting old, because I recently had a child, because of my relocation to California, or just because I’m an irresponsible asshole, but I’ve found that I care increasingly less about time keeping. There are obvious exceptions - I wouldn’t want to miss the start of a movie, or miss a flight - but on the whole I could not care less about promptness.

I remember being a teenager and getting annoyed at my aged parents making us late for dinner, or picking me up late from boarding school, or a thousand other things, but these days I realise that it was completely inconsequential.

And I’ve found that not only am I a lot happier for it, I get a whole lot more done. If I have the time to properly finish what I am doing before moving on, then I won’t need to come back to it later. If I get to properly recuperate by playing that extra five minutes of Halo before starting dinner, I’ll probably be able to concentrate on dinner more and make it quicker.

So please, slow the fuck down; whatever is waiting on you can wait a little longer.