Timing is a Female Dog on Menopause

Timing. When I think about it, timing had always been that thing that stopped everything for me. If I wasn't going culture-shock crazy out of an all girls' boarding school, right at the time when I was in prep college, I probably would've been studying in New Zealand, which was my dream place to study abroad. Timing. If the offer to publish my book with a USD3000 contract didn't arrive during my second year in college (when I was living on instant noodles), I probably would've had a book published. Timing. If I had met certain people and a certain time, maybe my life would've been different. Timing. People say that meeting the right guy is 50% the right guy itself and 50% timing. Timing. Success is effort at the right timing. Timing.
I spent quite a lot of years reminiscing the fact that if it hadn't been for bad timing, my life would've been almost perfect. Everything would've just gone in perfect order. I would've never had too many failures, meet too many wrong boys, or have too many mundane moments. But as the years go by and I saw many people going through even more shitty situations than I ever did, being in a string of bad luck, lost too many people in their lives, I begin to also see that these things that happened to them because of bad timing are what made them who they are today.
I had a friend who was in her final year at college when her Mom was diagnosed with a rare cancer. At the same time she got dumped by her boyfriend. Now, talk about really bad timing. But today she remains one of the strongest woman I've met. She has a great career and a man who really deserved to be with her. So now I'm thinking, wait a second. Maybe there really isn't such thing as bad timing. Maybe all there is is just bad response to these timings.