I'm happy for you!

I've tried being late or on time and not losing my shyt over it, and even though there were no consequences and the world didn't cave in, and the loss of "control" didn't kill me, I still can't for the life of me be late. Even being on time counts as late in my book...

For three weeks I've gotten to work on time or 2 minutes late due to traffic.

I just couldn't stand it anymore. The anxiety was stressing me out, I need to be early, at least by half an hour, hour max.

I started leaving home at 5:30 yesterday to get to work by 7am (bus commute sucks)....

Sorry didn't mean to ramble, I just envy you at the moment and I'm genuinely happy for you.