No Perfect Time - Tumblr Posts

I've had this in my drafts for a while now. Every day I open up my drafts, re-read it and then avoid posting it. The irony is not lost on me. Truth is, I have an anxious need to save things for rainy days. I don't really hoard (I grew up with that), but the things I do have, I'm afraid to use. I still have the last half inch of a bottle of my favorite perfume that is no longer available anywhere. It's been five years and instead of wearing it, I'm watching as the watermelon and amber scented liquid slowly evaporates, while I wait for just the right moment to use it. The perfect time to get the last of my joy out of it. There is no perfect time. It's a lesson the universe never stops trying to teach me, but I'm dense and always refuse to accept it. There are no perfect moments. No perfect stories. There is never the right time. There are just moments. Just stories. Just time. Just things meant to be consumed for the sake of joy and nothing more. So, today I'm posting this. And tomorrow, I think I'll be wearing the last of my Sorbetto Rosso. I will smell like a sexy fruit salad for no reason, other than because I want to.

I'm getting older. I'm aware that I'm not gonna be on this earth forever. And it's probably time I stop stalling the joys in my life by refusing to learn this lesson. You can't pin joy like a moth.

Maybe if I share this with others, I'll convince myself to stop holding onto things for rainy days. After all, every day is rainy somewhere in the world.