Who wants worms?
They say the early bird gets the worm, but who wants a worm? No thanks, you can have that. I prefer to be late. Not too late, just rushing in the door to make it barely on time. So, for An Uncomfortable January today I decided to explore that a bit more. I had a day this week that had several meetings and I was determined to be early.
What I noticed is that I do, in fact, normally arrive early. But I will sit in my car scanning Instagram or texting until it is time for the meeting to start. Not today. I went on in.
The room was pretty much empty and I immediately identified the underlying problem with being early. It makes me feel unimportant.
If I show up early then I obviously wasn't doing anything significant before the meeting. Sadly, I just always viewed early people as the ones who don't get invited to as many things, so they are beyond eager be at something. I realize this isn't true, they are simply more responsible than me. And manage time better than me, which isn't a difficult feat.
So, I sat there early. Awkwardly. As people began to rush in minutes before it began I realized my second reason for hating being early.
You don't get as much attention. When you come into a room of two people already seated, everyone says hi to you. But if you come into a room with twenty people seated, they all say hi to you as well. I prefer the attention of twenty any day.
These are dumb reasons, I know. Obviously, being late has nothing to do with being more important or more popular.
Just another uncomfortable thing I've realized about myself this month. Anyone else feel this way about being early???