The best writing happens at three times in a writers life 1. If we are in love. 2. If we are heartbroken or 3. When we are alone after midnight. That is usually when the best writing happens, I’m not sure why in these certain times the feelings we are feeling seem to spill perfectly onto the pages of our notebooks but they do and sometimes if you’re really lucky they can turn into something beautiful and worth writing about. I have always said good writing is honest and real and raw and the best is when we say things that people are too afraid to say or admit to themselves so they come here to read the words they’re too afraid to say themselves.
Which leads me to my next topic and what this article is all about: timing. In life it always seems like we are waiting for something, waiting for the right time to tell someone how we feel or waiting for things to turn out the way they’re supposed too. But what if that’s all we are ever doing in life, is waiting for this hypothetical perfect opportunity that we have no idea even exists or is even coming.
Personally, I can say I have relied on time, I always say that I have time to do this or that but in reality, I really don’t and I just say that to avoid whatever situation is going on in my life at that time. Time has never really been a friend of mine and nor will I ever think he will be. The truth is there really is no perfect time to do anything or say something, in life you just have to take a deep breath and go for it and hope you make it out alive on the other side. It can be a scary thing, trust me when I say I know because I’m constantly dealing with this fear that I will never get the timing of things right.
A perfect example of this is my love life, I know it doesn’t seem like I have much of one because well I really don’t but I do love someone very much but it took me a long time to realize it and now it’s too late. Like I said timing is a bitch and not a friend of mine but sometimes wrong timing can make for the best stories.
Like this one, except in this story, I don’t end up with the prince and I don’t get my happily ever after but that doesn’t mean you won’t get yours. You see I write this tonight as someone who knows what it feels like to love and lost and not know what you have until it’s too late. It’s not the ending I wanted but it’s the ending time and life gave me and all I can do is write the words I couldn’t say for the past 11 months onto these pages that you’re reading now.
Because in life there is never really a great time to tell someone how you feel, there just isn’t and the longer you put it off the more time you waste on an opportunity that could be really great if you let it. So go for it, stand there with your eyes wide open and your heart on your sleeve and just say the words you need to say, because in life there is never a perfect time to say anything, sometimes you have to take control of time itself and just say what you need to say *john mayors voice*.
If you want something, go and get it and have a fire so bright in you that nobody, not even time can stop you. If you love someone, scream and shout it from the rooftops and put your heart right out there on the line, and pray to God that they love you back. If they don’t or if you fail then know that, that’s okay and there will be more times you will get the chance to love again or go for the opportunity you so badly want.
Even when you fail, like I have so many times before with these kinds of things you will know that you beat time. You took control of your life and stopped waiting for this perfect timing that in my opinion doesn’t even exist. Life is not a Nicholas Sparks movie (unfortunately, because who wouldn’t want Ryan Gosling to love them? Am I right ladies?) and things don’t always turn out the way you hoped or expected them too but that doesn’t mean it has to be a bad thing. Just means that there is another time and place for you and the things you want but you have to stop waiting for them to happen and just for the love of god have a little of fire and go for it. I wish I did 11 months ago and maybe if someone had told me this, my story would have ended a little differently. But it didn’t and it is what it is and what it is, is okay. Besides, when all else fails I have my fuzzybuckets and Leo and a glass of wine waiting for me and for now that is all I need.