I think I had become addicted to being late.
In high school my best friend and her boyfriend would pick me up for school every morning and without fail I would stress my best friend out with my lateness.
As I entered the car her boyfriend would turn around and yell LATE as I rolled my eyes before we drove off. Our morning ritual.
Later in college I remember going to a party and being recognized as “the girl who always comes in late with a skateboard.” I know you.
Assignments were always turned in, but at the very last moment, and if there was a loophole to get more time, I would find it and utilize it.
More recently I had fallen behind on my coursework. 1 week late, then 2. During a discussion with someone else with the same problem, I suggested they look at is an identity problem.
If you identify as being the type of person who is habitually late, your actions will support that.
So. I am an on-time kinda person. I am the type of person who is right on schedule. It feels great.
What has that done for me? Well so far I have caught up. No longer 2 weeks behind, I am only .75 behind and closing in on perfectly on time. No longer procrastinating, now I get it done!
Because that’s just who I am. How good!