On Timing

I am not a five-year planner. I used to rail against my own inability to consistently forecast my life in neat, achievable chunks, until I stopped and realized that the things that had helped steer me towards various levels of progress in my life had almost always come out of the blue. A conversation on the bus with a stranger who turns into a longtime friend and one of my first paying clients. An impulse decision to attend a party leading to a vast network of connections opening up. Following an intuitive feeling into a relationship full of life lessons.

When I realized that, I stopped beating myself up for not having the perfect plan, or for letting To-Do lists fall by the wayside. I allowed myself to acknowledge the strength in working towards my intentions in daily increments, while making my needs known to people because, as it turns out, one thing always leads to another when you open yourself up to the mysteries of perfect timing.

Essentially, I’ve turned into one of those people who puts out intentions into the universe and waits for the coincidences to line up.

Lately, they have been lining up quite spectacularly. And I am grateful for this.