it seems to me that there never really is a right time for anything. A bit like the ship that hovers near the dock but never quite comes in to shore, or the dreams for tomorrow that disappear with the new day, for tomorrow never comes.
The right time has to be right now, always. We don’t have any other option. What actually was I waiting for all those years, I will be a writer when I have time, I will learn to cook, to knit, to sew, one day, one day. Suddenly you relalise that the day is here already, the time is waiting you just need to decided how to fill it.
I am not talking about the big stuff here, of course it takes time to get a degree, to grow a family, to loose the weight, gain the information or whatever it is you need to do. It seems to me that none of this happens with a beginning. Without actually doing something, about not waiting until the time is right but making the right time now.
I used to think about the future, when I had a houseful of babies, then toddlers and eventually teenagers. The spacing of my family meant I had children for twenty eight years, before they were all adults, and even then they needed me. It came as shock to me that now is the time I was thinking of through all those years. Now is the time for me to choose what to do based on my needs, not theirs. It isn’t easy. For example, I love to write, I have several ideas for books developing in my head, some have even made it to screen and paper, but nothing is ever finished. I didn’t have time. That is not true, I had time I just didn’t do it.
So now is the time, I need to do it.