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What Time Is Perfect Timing, Exactly?

Well, hi there. 
Did you miss me? 
Considering this blog is for the enjoyment of mostly me and the tolerance of about four additional people, I'm guessing there wasn't much longing. But, either way, the blog is BACK if only for therapeutic purposes. 

Lately I've been thinking a great deal about timing. 
As mortals, we are so bound by the limits of time. In my last year of my twenties and quickly approaching the big 3-0, it seems I'm constantly in a rush. 
I'm scurrying to find the perfect apartment.
I'm rushing to score my dream job. 
I'm pushing myself to act more like an adult more often. 
I'm constantly jumping to conclusions in my relationship in an effort to make sure it's worth my time. 
Yeah, that sounds pretty awful. But it's the truth! It's what we put ourselves through because of the insane pressure to have it all figured out by a certain time.  

Why is it so hard for us to simply ENJOY our time, regardless of the level of perfection? Why do we struggle to remind ourselves to "take it slow" or "savor the moment?" Why is such a simple thing  so difficult?

I'll give you my best guess: the concept of perfect timing. 

So many people — no matter if the subject was their budding career or covet-worthy love-life — ended their success stories with something like: "You know, I was in the right place at the right time."

Seriously? So all you did was decide to get off your ass one night and an incredible life just fell on your head?
Of course we know it's not that simple, right? They first had to have the proper training and start making connections. Or they had to go through some pretty shitty relationships that helped to mold them into a dateable human being. And THEN they had to be hungry and/or thirsty enough on the exact right night of the week (most likely a Wednesday. Competition is low on Wednesdays because, well, who goes out on Wednesdays?) so that they would run into the one person that would change the course of their life. 

The right place at the right time. 

It means so much. Not only do you need to physically be in the right place, you also need to be in the right place in your life/career/mind. How the hell can you do that? How do you know? When is the time just right?

That's just it, there's no way of knowing. Yep, I know. I really wish I had a better answer for ya. But I don't. All I know is we have to go easy on ourselves and realize we are just where we are supposed to be at this very moment. Accepting that, we can continue to learn and grow. We can take setbacks as they come and not degrade ourselves when things don't go exactly as planned. 

Because maybe getting fired or dumped on a Tuesday will encourage you to go out on a Wednesday.

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