Timing, I have come to learn, really is everthing.  Looking back on the past year especially, I’ve been kind of shocked at how everthing in my life, good, bad, and ugly, boils down to timing: the men I dated, the men I didn’t date, the job that landed practically in my lap, the amazing condo Kiri and I found together.  I can’t take to much credit of any of it, it was all a case of being at the right place at the right time.  Don’t get me wrong, preparation is vital and hard work is essential, but timing is what morphs them into golden opportunities.  There is nothing like the feeling of the gods smiling down on you and the universe conspiring for your good, when the right moment comes along and you are able to reach out and grab hold of it and ride it for all it’s worth. 

But…what happens when the timing isn’t right?  What happens when you want a different job, a different guy, a different plan and for some reason things just don’t work out the way you so desperately want them to?  What then?

Contrary to chick-flicks, all known Victorian literature, and most of the annoyingly hopeless romantics I know, what happens then is that life goes on, in all its inconvienient glory.  What is important, if often difficult to remember is that just because we are sometimes out of sync with what we want doesn’t mean that we will always be.  It just means that the gods are smiling on some other (probably equally deserving) being in need of a little good timing.  And eventually their attention will come shift back to us.  Probably at the very moment when we most need it.  It’s all about the timing.