Plushness

Many of us curse time. Many dread time. But if we learn how to befriend it, i think time is always on our side.

In high school we would want to be with the older/cooler kids on the weekends, at that time, it was Movenpick (cafe/restaurant) on Wednesdays. Mum would allow us to go, but not as often as we'd like. (Us= my cousins/friends & I). The weekend rules would be set by the mother who we'd be visiting, and for some reason, and although mum had the strictest rules, our house was the preferred weekend destination.

I asked a lot of questions as a youngster and being the fourth and last child, my mother did not always have the energy to answer my nagging questions. However, when she did answer, she almost always made sense, not necessarily on that day or year, but sometime in life. Her reason for us not being allowed to hang out at the Movenpick at that age was 'where would you go when you're in University-- Kilshay ib wakta 7ilo (translation: everything in the correct timing is more beautiful)'

I totally agree. This rule, i believe works for everything: experiences, relationships, travel, etc.

Now of course because this is Sheba in the Plushness domain (which is becoming less and less anonymous, but we've already established that that shouldn't change my 'boldness'), my next analogy of my mother's lesson will be applied to affairs of the heart. How many times has a relationship which_could_have_been get shot down because of bad timing? Either the courtship was too short, or one of the people involved was not ready for the next step or for the commitment or something?

So, when timing is disregarded, is the damage reversible? And how?