I started my day today just like I do every morning, before my alarm rings by 3:30 hours. Got stuck in traffic and arrive late to work by 5 minutes. Done my morning lab round in 10 minutes. And now I’m here writing for some time.
Time is always in the back of my mind. Everything has to be done before this hour or after a number of minutes. Deviation from the schedule could be the trigger to self loath or bouts of anger. I don’t know when did I start doing that. All I know is I’ve been worried about not meeting my deadlines for as long as I remember. It drives me crazy but without it I feel the world spinning out of control.