The "timing" curse.

Right timing

Wrong timing

Bad Timing

Sad Timing

Is it even for real? 

I think its just an excuse for not accepting the way things turned out. and while it does help when trying to motivate ourselves. it mostly has delusional repercussions. Where we stop being objective and seeing things for what they are. Like the time i chose to be all ignorant while going through the lowest points of my relationship and not addressing the absolute lack of anything in it,  partly cuz i assumed it to be this shitty  phase and partly blamed bad timing for it. 

i mean, even when that low phase hit an all time low and  streched out my feelings like a rubber band and basically made me question my own worth, all i did was be like,*high pitched stern voice* - " Goodness woman, get over yourself, remember the last time a relationship got messed up because you were trying to be over-protective and cautious.. let it be... let things take its own course..gowith the flow.. let the good times come..let the sun stroll in and shine again.. and it will be all roses all over.. And bubbly And happy...blah blah blah..wala walah walah..." 

BULL. CRAP.

Incase you are wondering, The sun did shine. Infact it shone hard and stern and vengeful upon me. 

FOR 4 LONG EXCRUCIATING MONTHS. 

BURNED.

With gory shades of Black.

And blue. 

And sore. In a non-sexual and Creepy way. Where i recieved a blood written threatening letter from the guy and scared the hell out of me.

 Just becuz i was looking for the good times to come along and and make our world pretty again. So much for waiting for GOOD Timing. 

So there might be a million reasons or there might be just one, behind why my relationships did not see the happy ending they initially swept me away with. But bad timing? can never be one of them. 

When you are in love, the basics do not need waiting upon NOR working upon. Its already there, giving us eebie-jeebies every once in while, making their loving presence felt. Making us hold on. Love on.

And, unless that basic feeling is there there ISN'T any point in holding on. there ISN'T  a good timing or bad timing to break up. Just do it. And this is me basically talking to myself and getting this through my thick head full of fairytale mumbo-jumbo. 

When you really love someone, it is simple.

You deserve something amazing. And so does he. And, it might seem a lil scary right now but i am gonna be there and i will totally impersonate Gandalf's booming voice everytime i say "shut up"  to each of your faar-fetched fairytale notions. I promise. Pinky Swear. By the power of sisterhood. Honest.

So fuck timing and just DO it karishma. Do it and the hit the shopping stores already before the sale runs out!

FairyTales

 A Beautiful Princess.An enigmatic Prince,
An Enchanted Palace. A majestic King
Whimsical Subjects. A viciously seductive Villian and of-course the Knight in shining Armour
Delicate. Flowers. Vintage. Magical. Sparkle. Dainty. Lovely. Colorful. Natural. Candles. Love. 

There is a part in all of us — a sliver of innocence left from our childhood, lying dormant — that comes alive when we read a good story, watch a movie, or experience art.

That  part that still believes in fairy tales.

I adored fairy tales as a child. 

I still do, actually. 

Mysterious dark forests, wishing wells, enchanted princes and poised apples and glass slippers not to mention, adorable animals who speak – what’s not to love? I think I always felt, curled around a volume of Hans Christian Andersen or the Grimm’s collected stories, that there was a little bit of magic hidden away at the heart of every story.

Of course, they come with thier share of darkness too. I remember sobbing over the fate of the Little Mermaid, who for all her efforts couldn’t make the man she’d fallen for, love her back. And then there’s the gruesomeness – the evil king/queen ravaged by jealousy/greed with heads rolling, feet cut off, eyes put out. In some ways, these are probably the original horror stories which have survived the decades of editing and euphemising in order to make it more child-friendly. As a child, though, I don’t remember ever being troubled by the physical violence in the tales. It all happened, after all, in a land far, far away .

I love the older darker cruel-ler gruesome tales as much as I love the cheesy ones that end with happily ever after (but I loathe that I do, but as I was weaned on Grimm and Disney, it’s ingrained). 

What I love is that fairy tales are that they are living and evolving.  They are survivors. They change to suit society’s needs. Originally they were cautionary tales warning both adults and children alike of the dangers in the world. Each tale would change with each reciting as the storyteller would embellish and adapt the tales to suit the audience and keep them enthralled.

The thing that has remained with me the most from my childhood love of these stories, though, is that sense that there is a little bit of magic hidden somewhere within them. Fairy tales, once unleashed, take on a life of their own ..  There are still some paths that, once started down, you never know where they might lead . . .