Blame it on the…DNA

Blame it on the…DNA

Ok. Let’s get this outa the way. I am, and always have been, nearly late. Or a little late. On rare occasions, a lot late.

It doesn’t matter what I do, I never leave enough time to allow for (fill in this blank with Little needing to go to the bathroom one more time, the dog throwing up, an extremely bad hair day, backing into the garage door and being stuck inside, old lady drivers, blah, blah, blah.)

It drives my momma CRAZY.

It drives my husband CRAZY.

And I’m sure there are many others who speak ill of my habitually almost-lateness.

(Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I don’t actually refer to myself as habitually late. Sometimes, I am late. Mostly, I’m almost late.)

(My former boss at Pepsi – Hi Jeff! – used to tell me that I was the only person he knew that could get to work at 8:15 and still be “on time.”)

But today, my friends, I found out WHY! It’s in my DNA.

Y’all. It’s on the internet so it must be true.

T-types have a biological tendency to raise their cortisol levels and their dopamine through risky activities.

Some people get thrills from sky diving, gambling, travel or partying. {Procrastinators} create their own kind of excitement to raise their cortisol level by creating a life where they are always in a last minute crunch.

Stop criticizing yourself for being a last minute person. Get used to the idea that you need more “thrill” than most people do and explain to your spouse, co-workers and friends that what annoys them about your behavior may be due to a glitch in your brain chemistry.

Some alternative activities that can fulfill your need for excitement are enjoying intense rock or rap music, watching horror movies or traveling to adventurous locales. Sensation seeking can also involve extreme sports such as skydiving, hang gliding, scuba diving, auto racing, rock climbing and whitewater rafting.

~ excerpt from Is your DNA always making you late?

So I’m guessing, MOMMA AND RONNIE, that unless you want me hanging off the edge of a cliff or jumping out of a plane on a regular basis, you should just let me ride the wave of dopamine as I’m rushing out the door.

And just love me anyway.