Best When Under Pressure
Today, I realized that my inability to gauge time properly is probably due to my consistent lateness (and not the other way around.)
I've been thinking lately on my sense of self-confidence, and it's only recently, viscerally hit home that having the perception of a strong link to oneself necessarily limits or attenuates the effect of external factors. Which, of course, leads to a skewed view of reality (it also makes for some pretty awesome weapons-grade conviction, and makes one more persuasive in certain situations.)
I recently realized that a salient example of the above might be my chronic tardiness (something I am working on, having arrived 20 min. early for lunch!) and its impact on my estimation skills (which are piss-poor.) Being late puts one in denial a bit, as you are hoping against hope that traffic will be light, that intersections will accommodate, and that the Unholy Gods of Accidents will spare both the accidentees and the rubber-neckers... And I think that when you're as consistently late as I am, you start believing your own hype. Downtown is 15 min. (with no construction, no traffic, at the right hour.) Parents' is 20 min. (with no traffic reroute to HB, few cars and friendly lights), etc. And bam, you can no longer measure time because all your references have been distorted!
Easy solution: arrive early and take a minute to re-evaluate the time it took?
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