Time as I know it

I've noticed I've acquired a slightly different perspective on Time since I graduated. Before, I would categorize myself (and I'm sure others can attest) as a little obsessive compulsive slash paranoid. It probably stems from my dad's sense of the word and the little ditty he used while we were growing up; To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, to be late is to be forgotten. I take that very literally. Although in my mind, to be late means to be sweating, freaking out, snapping at anyone who is making you late, and sitting straight up and a little forward in the car to make it seem as though you are moving faster.

Here's an example (below) of a time when I was paranoid for no apparent reason. I was homecoming princess my senior year of high school and we were meeting in my town for pictures and a parade. Now, it's a five second clip so watch carefully. I think my sister is taking a picture, but she is actually taping. I get too nervous because i'm going to "be late" for who knows what. Notice at the end as I walk towards nobody and nothing...

 All that to say, things are a little different now. 

I only leave two hours to get into D.C (which I guess is about 25 minutes away), I'm only a little early when it comes to interviews (although I was an hour and a half early for one a few weeks ago), and I take naps now (because I can't keep my eyes open after my mom and I go to morning boot camp). Ok, I guess the only thing that has changed for me are the occasional naps. I really don't think Time will ever be "on my side" because for me Time is always "on my mind."