It’s easy to be behind schedule. To not meet the ship date. To not complete the kitchen remodel on a certain date.
In life, or in a bigger vision of things, it’s not particularly possible to be behind.
Escaping that feeling was the most freeing mental constraint I ever had on myself.
There is no timeline for our lives. It’s all arbitrary. Smelling the roses is great. If it sets you back a day, but makes you happy, then it’s an easy tradeoff.
Patience favors those who are willing to train it as a skill. You always arrive where you need to be in life at exactly the time you’re supposed to.
None of this is Right 