For as long as I can remember, I have affectionately been called “Delayéa” by my family.
I’ve gained the title due to my delayed notion of time. I’m often in my own head, thinking of whatever inspires me or become distracted by ideas of upcoming projects, leading me to showing up fashionably late to just about everything I attend. The “last minute rush” is no unfamiliar territory to me. I tend to work best under pressure, and while I’m always working on something the night before it is due, it always gets done by the deadline. My delayed sense of time makes me have to think quickly, to ensure that my work fits beyond “Léa Standard Time (LST)”, as my dad would call it. I am capable of thinking of new ideas quickly, and work really well with a deadline soon approaching, challenging my natural delay as I work against the clock.