Right place, wrong time.
The tender closing everyone gives.
It seems to be a theme in my life.
It sends me down the path of never-ending what if's and self shaming for things that maybe could have been.
If I worked harder.
If I tried to be better.
If I changed.
Always coming back to certainty the root of the problem is me.
If I was worth it to make the wrong time right.
But what if it wasn't me? What if it was just the timing?