It Is All About Timing

The last days have been busy as hell! 
I have been trying to get up my arse in my attempt as a freelance writer and I can tell you, it is absolutely exhausting, but also exciting. It means daily dedication to writing, editing and sending out innumerable pitches to various magazines and online outlets. But I finally feel like this could work out one day and, of course, I will keep you updated on any progress. 
Now to something uplifting in a completely different way - Christmas markets are on! Today was the official start of the Christmas markets and I am SO keen to go. I and my man are planning to visit the markets in Munich, Linz, Salzburg and probably some others, but I will take pictures, if I am there. 

Now, let's turn to the actual topic for today. Timing. I have been thinking about timing lately and it is generally assumed that everything in life is down to the right timing. If so, I am not very good at it because I feel I have always been really bad at timing. Many blessings have been brought into my life, but mostly at a time where I wouldn't have considered it good timing at all; however, the question - becoming quite philosophical here - is whether the timing really wasn't good, or if I couldn't appreciate the event happening in my life, leading back if it was the right time to happen in the end. 
Ouf, plenty to take in. Let me explain this thesis regarding my life. When I graduated school, I was eager to set off to England, marry an Englishman and work as a writer/director/superstar (dreams of the little ones). I wanted to slut around, embracing my newly acquired freedom when, TADAM, I met my man. 
We met at a party and after an initial flirting phase in which I considered him to be merely the start of what I would call a "queue of men", I fell deeply for him. I knew I didn't want to start studying right away after school and wanted to go abroad as an au pair, but with my new love in my life, I became increasingly reluctant to pursue my initial plans and ended up working as a teacher at a private school, taking up a course in English in the summer semester at university. 
Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if I had gone to Britain so much earlier, but I will never know. 
Now, my man and I lived together, but we were out of the right timing, too, as it seemed. I was studying, he went to evening college, which meant we mostly met at the weekends. Then he started studying and I started working before he started working and I went abroad. We hardly ever had the same routine until the last six months of this year. 
I am not saying I believe loving him is wrong, not at all, but timing does not seem to be on my side, really.
When I quit my job, I could leave at the end of August because I still had so many vacation days, which was perfect for our upcoming journey; however, the car we drove with was only ready in early October, which meant I sat around in Innsbruck for over four weeks, waiting to commence this new chapter, now being terribly late with planning my new chapter because we only just returned from the trip. 
Ah, it's agonising. I don't want to fuss, but for once it would be lovely to have my life fall into plan just perfectly and not be a giant, enormous struggle all the time...
We'll see, probably timing will come around eventually - or my appreciation for how my life unfolds...