Blooming Late? Me Too!
I never thought of myself as a late bloomer until recently.
But I most certainly am.
And I don’t just mean someone who found a new life’s passion in their fifties, which by-the-way, has been a big surprise.
No, when I think about it, I was alway one. I didn’t get it right in the relationship department until I hit forty-two, and I didn’t start a real profession until after I turned thirty.
It didn’t even occur to me to channel my focus and dive into antiques and jewelry until after that pivotal birthday.
Turning thirty was the proverbial line in the sand that I had drawn for myself. I was the deadline to get my shit together and measure how close I was to my desired goal, which back then was a paying acting gig.
I had some income trickling in from TV commercials, but I was always in debt, living a deficit life.
I worked two jobs to make ends meet and that was all right –– until it wasn’t.
Most of my friends were still in school, working at real jobs or having kids. It didn’t look like it but I was seeking fertile soil with my face to the sun, trying to bloom.
Not too much later, I had a real career, making real money. By the time I was forty I bought my own home.
Then in my fifties I started writing, or rather, the writing began to pour through me, and this little seedling has not only broken ground, it has started to blossom.
Some days I wish I’d started writing in my twenties, I can only imagine how much further along I’d be. Then I remind myself that everything happens at the exact right time –– Divine Timing –– and I stop my daydreaming and get back to work.
Late bloomers; blooming later in life; it’s a subject I’m starting to embrace.
Read the New York Times article below if this subject interests you, and you will feel in such good company, I assure you.
They say the key is the ability and willingness to try new things.
I can sum it up in one word: CURIOSITY.
Remaining perpetually curious will facilitate a bloom later in life, and aren’t the flowers that show up after it snows the most beautiful?
Carry on my late blooming loves,