An Open Letter From Your Flaky Friend

Dear Friend,

I can practically see the eye rolls when I stroll in late for our plans, bearing either a culinary masterpiece or just my charming presence. I sense the unspoken question in your hug, "What excuse does she have this time?" Well, buckle up, because here comes the truth bomb.

Let's get real... I'm trying, okay? I yearn to be that picture-perfect friend who's always on time, impeccably dressed, and oozing with reliability. But some days, just getting out of bed feels like an Olympic feat, you know?

To you, I might seem like the queen of tardiness. But in my world, those extra minutes with my dog are non-negotiable. She's my furry soulmate and leaving her alone feels like betraying a sacred pact.

You think rescheduling meetings over puffy eyes is a tad dramatic? I literally cannot see. Allergic reactions are no joke. I don't have a partner to drive me to a doctor, and in true people-pleasing fashion I REFUSE to ask anyone else for help.

You think I'm scatterbrained? Honey, you have no idea the mental acrobatics I'm doing just to hold this conversation. It's like juggling flaming swords while riding a unicycle - and not the cool kind with the safety net.

And don't even get me started on my phone etiquette. If I'm MIA on texts, it's probably because I'm deep in conversation with my son about the most random stuff. Priorities, people! Seriously, he IS my priority!

To you, I'm the embodiment of "fashionably late." But in reality, I'm just trying to squeeze in a snack between work and... more work. Ain't nobody got time to starve in the pursuit of punctuality.

You think I'm flaky? Well, newsflash: life is like a game of Whack-A-Mole, and sometimes, I'm the mole getting whacked left and right. Cut me some slack, will ya?

It might surprise you to know that despite all of that....I'm actually building something pretty cool.  Yes, little ol' flaky me is building a business...online!  Yep, turns out all my flakiness is actually PERFECT for this kind of work...so I'm doing it.  So, I'm not really about vibing with people that don't get me or support me.  I hope you will, though.  Because I love you, b*tch!

So, dear friend, thanks for sticking around despite my chronic case of "running-on-CPST" (Chronically Punctually Stressed Time). Your unwavering support means more to me than all the punctuality in the world. Let's keep this comedy of errors going, shall we?