Good morning, you lovely thing! How’s your week going so far?
If you’ve read my blog post about deadlines you will already know that I think working towards deadlines can be very good for us, but that we should have faith in the idea that opportunities don’t just come around once. This post was similarly positive in tone, and dealt with the idea that we can afford to wait for the opportune moment. Having made these fairly optimistic assertions, I would now like to talk about the slightly more frustrating side of things: the best laid plans of mice, men and mortgage brokers can be utterly scuppered by bad timing. Good timing is like a ticket to your dream gig: you know some people have managed to get hold of it, but your best endeavours haven’t got you anywhere. Sadly, there is no eBay equivalent for those of us who can’t seem to time things correctly.
In many cases, timing is problematic because it isn’t something we can entirely control. Your best friend’s birthday party inevitably falls the night before your big job interview, and the season finale of your favourite television show is always showing when you’ve got a hefty essay due in. In my house, we tend realise that we’ve run out of vanilla essence three minutes after Asda closes on the evening before some kind of cake-centred event. (For the record, almost all of mine and Ash’s social interactions revolve around cake, and we are not ashamed.)
Currently, timing is just being a bit inconsiderate: I somehow managed to get ill just before today’s recording of Pointless. This is an absolute pain in the sinuses, but I have two very good reasons not to let this bother me:
1) I have an incredibly compassionate flat mate who is very good at taking care of sickies, and who is unfailingly sympathetic when all I can muster by way of conversation is a feeble “uuuuuurgh my face hurts”. Everyone should have an Ash in their lives, especially one who always has Olbas oil and vapour rub.
2) Pretty much everyone I know is ill at the moment, and we all know that lurgy loves company.
That’s the main point, isn’t it? The worst feeling in the world is not necessarily going through something difficult, but feeling that you’re going through it alone. Bad things don’t necessarily come in threes, but they definitely come in large numbers. Sometimes it seems that we have stumbled across a school trip of bad news, and the little gits have taken over our mental landscapes with their lunch boxes of doom. It isn’t necessarily encouraging per se that all of our friends get ill at the same time, that lots of couples break up within a few weeks of each other and that everyone seems to be in a bad mood on the same day, but our problems are so much easier to deal with when we realise that our loved ones understand them. In many cases, their experiences of your situation will qualify them to offer you good advice, lots of empathy and, where necessary, decongestants.
Have a truly marvellous Thursday. You deserve it.