Beautiful Moments

Timing is everything. In the grand scheme of things, in the small, day-to-day tasks, in things work-related, in things personal. It's all about timing.

Today was a really trippy day for me. The morning started off well with a coworker asking me to do head shots, faded into another great marketing meeting (and though I'm often sarcastic and dogmatic about meetings, I do really love my marketing meetings), and then nosedived into troubles I cannot recount publicly. I have two new knots in my back, both with names of people from my office.

At 1:30, I gave up, threw in the towel, decided to head home. It seemed like the wisest decision overall. I'd already driven two hundred miles for the day, and heading from Santa Ana to Downey in an hour of traffic to do just one more hour of work... No thanks. So I headed home, discouraged, deflated, angry and frustrated... tired. On facebook, I proclaimed it to be the "worst day ever."

And ten minutes later, an old friend texted me, commenting on that--a friend who once shared a piece of wisdom with me, a piece of wisdom that I'd passed along earlier in the afternoon. Through a series of perfect timing (and "coincidence"), I was able to meet up with my friend in time to take in some rays of sunshine poolside, sip a perfect summer day drink, and catch up on years of things unsaid.

It was beautiful. Moments that perfect are rare, few and far between. I would take ten horrible mornings for one afternoon like today's. I drove away with the sunroof open, a smile on my face, and my heart feeling light... realising that, were it not for a bad morning, I would never have left work early, never have had a great afternoon. Timing is everything.