As a writer I am always looking for new topics to write about. I need something that invites you to come back again and again. My dear friend Jacqui recently sent me a video on timing. She suggested it could possibly be inspiration for my next blog post.
– Cheers to you Jacqui – my following words are because of you –
I have been writing this blog for quite some time now. For about three and a half years, I have been sharing my words with you. I have written down my thoughts and laid down my heart like playing cards within the confines of this space. With each piece I write, I always want there to be resolution. I purposely write with resolution. I want there to be a tangible takeaway for my readers.
Today I am going to write about timing. Timing is a funny thing. It is not the hilarious class clown kind of funny. It is the mysterious odd kind of funny.
It is this peculiar thing that I cannot write about with resolution. It is an unknown the universe uses to keep us on our toes. Granted there are some things about time that are concrete. There are 7 days in a week, and 24 hours in a day, and 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds in a minute. Recipes tell us how much time to cook something. Dentists tell us how long to brush our teeth. Maps tell us the distance to our destinations.
One thing you will quickly learn about me is that I inherently believe there is purpose behind each person I meet. I believe they have been placed in my life for a reason. I don’t think it is by chance. The unknown of this is, why did I meet them when I did? In that specific time in my life, why was it necessary they walked in? These are the questions we ask as a result of the unknowns of timing.
What are your thoughts on timing?
Do you believe it is magical?
Do you hate it’s guts?
There is the age old tale of meeting the right person at the wrong time. Time and time again I have convinced myself of it’s truth. In the past year, I met a boy. When I say I met a boy, I mean I met a boy unlike any boy I’d ever met before. He took my world and turned it upside down. I broke my rules for this boy. I did anything and everything to even just catch a glimpse of him. This was new to me. No boy had ever paid this much attention to me. No boy had ever meshed with me so well. Never once in my life had this been a reality. I quickly thought to myself – “This is why nothing had ever worked out with anyone else before.” The timing of living at home and working a new job led me to this boy. Time was on my side for a chance. That was the moment in my life where I finally felt like it was my turn. All of the “I’ll meet the right person when I’m supposed to.” thoughts were coming true. As quickly as it came together – it fell apart even quicker. Timing betrayed me. It dangled in front of me exactly what I wanted just to snatch it away. Like a claw machine fishing for a toy, it slipped through my fingers. Unlike one of those machines I cannot insert another quarter and play again until I win.
Months have passed since then and I am still battling time. After tears and laughs and reflection I have concluded that – he is not meant to be in my life right now. The boy he is right now, is not the boy who God wants me to know. Here is where – sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time – comes into play. When he is meant to be a constant in my life (if ever) he will be. This logic applies to all relationships – romantic or otherwise.
With every good argument comes a counter argument… Sometimes, the “so called” wrong time is all we get.
We have to ask ourselves – is timing something you make the best of?
Many say people will make time for you if they want to. If you are important to them, they make that evidently clear. Think about it – think of the most important people in your life. I have confidence in saying they’re aware they are important to you and you do whatever it takes to keep them around. This is a two way street my friend. People saying nothing is just as powerful as them saying everything. If they don’t make it clear you’re important to them – heartbreakingly – you just might not be. That is a tough reality to swallow. This is where my mind jumps to the boy and thinks – “If he wanted me in his life he would tell me.” Again, this logic applies to all relationships – romantic or otherwise.
Do you see the conundrum timing has given us?
Think of all the people we meet in passing. Think of the travelers we meet in airports and sit next to on airplanes. Maybe that five minutes with them is all we will ever get. Maybe they will be around for years to come. Instant answers to these questions do not exist. Ironically the only thing that will give us answers is time.
I think Jacqui put it best – “I always liked to believe if it’s the wrong time, it’s the wrong guy. And if it is in fact your person, he’ll circle back. The true circle of life, a winding effin maze.”
We also have to face that facts that we may never get answers. I cannot back up timing with an abundance of answers. I cannot define reasons why we meet those we do. Do I believe there is purpose in timing? – Yes I do. Do I ever lose faith in it? – All the time.
I told you I would not be able to end this post with resolution.
I can only have faith that time knows what it is doing.