Imagination, A Nice Place to Visit....

I have made a commitment to myself to write at least 10 minutes a day. It doesn't sound like much but I'm having a real time management problem. It's nothing new, I've had a time management problem my whole life. I'm going to be 40 in November and there's no excuse for it. I'm still in denial of even having a time management problem. I used to set my clocks ahead 15 minutes trying to fool myself into arriving early. Who was I fooling here, really? Fool, that's the key word here. Tricking MYSELF? As they say in Minnesota, "Yoou bet'cha!"
Here's how it would go: Already running behind, I would get behind the wheel. Eyes on the road I would glance at my clock, back at the road, then at my speedometer, triggering my inner voice, sounding very similar to Golem's. The only thing missing was replacing the word "somehow" with "tricksies"
I can shave a minute or two off my time by going one or two miles over the speed limit. I am somehow bending the time-space continuum. Yes, yes... Shhh. Stop over thinking- it's working. As long as I believe it, it's true. Shhh.
Oh yeah, that worked in my head, but never really played out in reality. Imagination. A nice place to visit, not a place to live.