Can you trust the timing of your life?

On my last day in Egypt, I was not ready to leave. In fact, the morning of my flight from Luxor to Cairo I was almost in a sort of panic: “I can’t go home yet. I can’t go back to work!”

It felt impossible.

So, of course, I missed my flight out of Cairo.

My flight from Luxor was delayed by two hours. There was one Cairo flight before us and two after that all boarded exactly on time. Except ours that kept getting even more delayed.

By the time we got to Cairo I still had a small window to make it to international departures. I watched almost everyone get their bags off the belt. And then the belt stopped. No explanation.

Thirty minutes later when it started up again it was delivering bags from a different flight. In typical Egyptian fashion, of course, there was no one around to ask. Nothing to do but trust and wait.

Eventually bags from our flight started showing up again. I was relieved. But the official-looking man with some tour group (who I had explained my situation to) just shook his head. He said, “Swissair? Counter is closed” and pointed to the time. My suitcase appeared on the belt at exactly 12pm — the last drop off time for checked baggage.

I swear all the panic drained out of me in that instant and a wave of pure relief washed over me.

In that moment, I knew it was all by design.

It simply wasn’t time yet.

I spent the day in the sun at the pool at the airport hotel, allowing my mind to be empty. And little by little insights started to come.

I rebooked my flight for later that night. By the time I left the hotel, I was finally ready.

Everything with ease and at the right time.

Can you trust the timing of your life?