Timing

     There really is no such thing as perfect timing. Sure there's good timing and you can certainly get lucky with your timing. Like when we made the 11:16am train on Thanksgiving to get back home before the parade ended. It wasn't very crowded at all and we didn't have to worry about not having seats. We know if we want to get out for dinner on a Friday or Saturday night if you're not there by 5:30pm you're waiting for a table, unless you get lucky. There are plenty of things in life that happen because of timing. Good or bad. It's all what you make of it.
     In high school I liked this guy but never said anything or did anything about it. We were friends and that was that. I was afraid to do anything. A year after high school while he was home from college, we had a chance to get together. I found out he had felt the same way. And, of course did the same thing, nothing. Well, I was staying and he was going back to school but hey, you never knew right. Things were finally out in the open. The timing was still wrong. Turns out there was a girl and other crap going on for him at school. I learned about it all, again, a few years later. Which was why we never did talk much more than a few times once he left. Just not meant to be, timing or not.
     My husband, also out of high school, had applied for two jobs. One he really wanted, the other he just applied for because he was there with his sister. The latter called to offer him the job. He took it as he had not heard from the former and figured he would not. As he tells it, not five minutes later the other place did call to offer him the job. He could have taken it and called the other back. He did not. Because he did not we met. He wound up working with a group of people and then became friends with one of their friends who was friends with me. We met when a group got together for this friends birthday. He was there as was I and the rest is our history. Timing? You tell me.
     There is a really bad movie called Sliding Doors. It seemed to be about timing. It's two versions of the same story. One she makes the train and gets in those sliding doors only to arrive home and catch her husband cheating. The other she does not make the train but still finds out about his cheating and the outcome is still the same. Needless to say I didn't like it very much. I thought the point would have been to show the difference a moment can make sometimes. Not every moment but some. I definitely believe that. Think about it a little I bet you have one or maybe more. Maybe it's a choice? Maybe it's timing? Maybe its fate? Whatever it is it got your where you are today. Good or bad. Make the most of it.