Cupcake Timing

Have you ever noticed that people are always talking about bad timing, but rarely about good.

'Oh,' they say, 'he loved me, but I didn't love him, and then I loved him, but he was over me, but maybe it could have worked out, but I was still in love with someone else, but now I miss him, but he loves her.' It's exhausting. (Heavy breathing.)

Of course, bad timing doesn't only affect love. Bad timing can be missing the seemingly last-EVER coveted Los Angeles parking spot, walking into Pinkberry right after the 30-deep family reunion or driving down the 405 anytime of day... All bad timing.

There is good timing, too though. Like when you snag the seemingly last-EVER coveted Los Angeles parking spot, when you walk into Pinkberry and beat the rush (thanks Dad,) or when you glide down the 405 at 80 mph... at 4 in the morning.

You have to wonder, what makes it a 'good time' to do something?

Like when would be a 'good time' for me to stop eating cupcakes... now perhaps?