Looking back at seasons of life, there was one time in particular where I was at a crossroads. Between a bad break up and career burnout, I was seriously considering changing fields. Two years later, 50 hours of service in the field I was considering, I decided to restart my MBA. Shortly after, life delivered more than I could have imagined. The timing, not my timing, but the right timing, was everything. I still carry memories from those days of trying this and trying that. In the end, taking the road less traveled allowed me to be there for my mom who was dying of cancer. The timing of my new position was perfect. Travel wasn’t required and I was able to be there for her and help her through her very short but trying journey.

These days when I find myself in transition, I have to remind myself that timing is everything. Perfect timing that can only happen at the perfect time. Looking in the rearview mirror, it is easy to see. Patience for the right timing is the answer every time.