Life is so sweet and tasty with passion. I am a late bloomer to some of my passions, but that doesn’t matter, I plan to squeeze every precious drop out of them. It could be easy to feel sorry for myself that I wasted so many years hurting and lost, wondering what I was doing so wrong. Wondering why I had so many lost puzzle pieces leaving me with huge gaps in the picture of my life. Sometimes I start to go down that path. But I am starting to see that late blooming isn’t such a bad thing. In fact it could be the best thing of all. It’s the late blooms of summer and fall that give the garden rich vibrant color when all the delicate colors of spring have faded and died. With late blooming you are born on the cusp of the weather’s unpredictability. You inherently come with the hardiness needed to thrive in challenging inconsistency.
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