When we’re late, we have a choice.

We can bust into the room, pale-faced and frazzled. We can let the frustration build from the coffee we spilled, the train we had to stop for, the alarm clock that didn’t go off, or whatever else caused us to be late.

Or we can take a step back and deliver.

The natural reaction is to be overwhelmed and apologetic, but everyone didn’t show up to see us stammer through a half-hearted performance. They came to see us do what we do.

We can’t change the fact that we were late, but we still have the ability to determine the outcome.

Will the tardiness be the story, or just a footnote?

-Brandon