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There is a kind of wisdom in timing that has little to do with cleverness. It is closer to attentiveness. Knowing not just what to do, but when to stop doing it.
I once knew someone who had worked for more than half his lifetime in the same role. When exhaustion finally caught up with him, he began to question whether it was time to retire. Everyone around him agreed it was, not because he had failed, but because he had given enough. And still, he hesitated. Fear lingered. He worried he had not done enough, that stopping now would mean ending prematurely.
But it was not premature. It was timing.
We are taught to measure things by duration. How long we stayed. How long we endured. How long we held on. But not every season that ends early is a season cut short, and not every season that runs long is one well spent. What matters is not the length of the season, but whether it closed at the right moment, neither rushed, nor overstayed.
I think of this like cooking. The timing printed on a packet assumes conditions that rarely exist exactly as written. Heat varies. Water behaves differently each time. You stop watching the clock and start paying attention instead, testing, tasting, noticing when something is ready rather than simply timed. Readiness is not fixed to a schedule. It reveals itself.
Some seasons in my own life have closed sooner than I expected. Others lingered longer than I would have liked. Looking back, most of them closed exactly when they needed to, even when it did not feel that way at the time.
This week, I am grateful not for how long a season lasted, but for whatever quiet wisdom knew when it was done.
If you are questioning whether something has run its course, that questioning may itself be the answer arriving early.
