I’m always late. Time is my mortal enemy, my nemesis. I tend to think of time as an elder god left over from a darker, crueler age, much like Crom from Conan the Barbarian.
Here’s the prayer to Crom from the original Conan the Barbarian movie.:
“No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that today, two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom; so grant me this one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to hell with you!”
Here’s my late for my meeting version of the prayer to Crom.
“No one, not even you, will remember if I was late or early. Why I ventured forth into the world. All that matters is that today, I left the house. That's what's important! Perseverance pleases you, Time; so grant me this one request. Grant me good time in light traffic. And if you do not listen, then to hell with you!”
Forgive yourself for being late. Gird your loins. Get on with your day.