Help me with this, folks. I start my day off on some ethereal clock that says 7:30 (when it’s really 8:30). And it’s all downhill from there. Cutting one meeting short, late to another, driving like a maniac, people waiting for me, people not waiting anymore; I’m fuming, impatient, embarrassed, yada, yada, yada…
What is the success-formula for starting your day off wrong???
‘Cause we don’t get do-over’s; and make-up attempts to those we afflict sound so petty and pithy: “I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t know how to tell time.” Please!
I’m wracking my brain wondering what Jesus did when he had these kinds of mornings….but he’s Jesus, so did He?
I need a formula, I’ll even take a theory. Anything is better than just plowing through the rest of a bad-start day and ending it that way.