Karen Time
Long before cell phones could reveal the truth, I would purposely set the clocks seven minutes fast. It was my little secret for years. My family would glance at the clock and be out the door in a timely way. We’d arrive at our destination comfortably early. When the kids were older and wiser they caught onto my ruse. Thereafter it became “Karen Time”—that seven-minute advance on the clock. As teens they knew that time was my button to push if they wanted to stress me out—yet now in adulthood, they have ascribed to my “Early is On Time” principle. But maybe there was a lesson for me in all of this clock-setting. I’ve finally realized that all the precious minutes have added up to a lifetime. In this season of my life, I really don’t need to set the clock any faster.