I value being on time. I also tend to overcommit. When I’m caught between the possibility of being late or the possibility of leaving things undone, I rush (in an attempt to avoid both).
My husband does the opposite.
If I’m rushing to get us out the door, he stands completely still, refusing to move until I stop hurrying him.
It’s also wise in a way. I have rushed so fast that I lost my keys and left important items behind and then took a wrong turn and made us later than we would have been if I’d just taken my deliberate time. Rushing makes you stressed, but it rarely makes you faster.
So this: sometimes coming to a dead stop, embracing the option of being late, actually gets me there on time.
Other times, I’m still just late (like this blog post, going up 3 days after I’d intended). Stopping the rush is still useful, still gives perspective and calms nerves and offers the reminder that even if you’re late, you’ll get there eventually.