I've always struggled with being on time.
But, better to be late than to arrive ugly, right?
You know that moment when you arrive somewhere late, and everyone stops what they're doing to stare at you? Like in Cinderella when she arrives late to the ball and the entire room freezes to gaze up at how beautiful she is with envious eyes.
I've come to the conclusion that there's a reason why people don't show up to a party right on time.
The trouble with being punctual is that nobody is there to appreciate your entrance.
People save the best for last for a reason, because the best things in life are worth waiting for.
Notoriously Fashionably Late