In high school, I was always running late for school. I would always get there five minutes before it started and would have to park out in the back quarter of the parking lot.
In the wintertime, the back quarter was a Siberian wilderness of tardiness. You had to trek in from the outermost regions of the arctic. And that pretty much sucked.
Every day, I promised that I would get up earlier so that I wouldn't feel rushed or be running late or have to make the dash of shame into the building.
It never happened. I never made the positive change.
And I think that this could be a bad metaphor for my entire life.