By John Doe
As I sat at the altar, staring at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, I knew I had hit rock bottom.
The wedding of my dreams had been delayed, again.
I couldn't help but think, "Is this what they mean by schedule-itis? The constant fear of being late? The crushing anxiety of not being on time? Is this the root of all my problems?"
But little did I know, this was just the tip of the iceberg. My tardiness had become a full-blown disease, affecting not just my relationships, but my career, my social life, and even my ability to enjoy a simple cup of coffee.
I was a prisoner of my own procrastination.
Read Mary Jane's account of how she survived John's schedule-itis