Turns Out, My Best Self Just Took a Little Longer to Arrive
Sep 08, 2024
I’ll admit it—I’m a proud *late bloomer*. You know, one of those people who just takes a little longer to figure things out. I didn’t have life all squared away in my 20s or even my 30s. Heck, I’m still figuring it out in my 50s, and guess what? I wouldn’t change a thing.
Let’s redefine this whole "late bloomer" label, shall we? Here’s my take:
Late Bloomer (noun): A person who defies society's timeline, grows at their own pace, and blossoms into their best self exactly when they’re supposed to—because good things take time, and amazing things take a little longer.
And that’s exactly what I am: a slow-burning success story, with a whole lot of sass, wisdom, and yes, the occasional growing pain. But that’s the beauty of being a late bloomer—you get to savor the journey instead of sprinting to the finish line.
It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up (still working on it), and it’s only now that I’m feeling like I’m *finally* stepping into who I’ve always been. I’m wiser, more confident, and honestly, having a lot more fun than I ever did in my so-called "prime." The best part? I didn’t peak early. I’ve been saving the best for last.
Being a late bloomer means I’ve taken my time getting here, and while others may have raced ahead, I’ve been collecting experiences, learning lessons, and figuring out who I really am. And now that I’m in full bloom? Watch out, world, because I’m not slowing down.
Let’s redefine this whole "late bloomer" label, shall we? Here’s my take:
Late Bloomer (noun): A person who defies society's timeline, grows at their own pace, and blossoms into their best self exactly when they’re supposed to—because good things take time, and amazing things take a little longer.
And that’s exactly what I am: a slow-burning success story, with a whole lot of sass, wisdom, and yes, the occasional growing pain. But that’s the beauty of being a late bloomer—you get to savor the journey instead of sprinting to the finish line.
It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up (still working on it), and it’s only now that I’m feeling like I’m *finally* stepping into who I’ve always been. I’m wiser, more confident, and honestly, having a lot more fun than I ever did in my so-called "prime." The best part? I didn’t peak early. I’ve been saving the best for last.
Being a late bloomer means I’ve taken my time getting here, and while others may have raced ahead, I’ve been collecting experiences, learning lessons, and figuring out who I really am. And now that I’m in full bloom? Watch out, world, because I’m not slowing down.
There’s something incredibly freeing about realizing that life doesn’t have to follow a timeline. So what if I didn’t hit those "milestones" when I was supposed to? The reality is, blooming late means you get to enjoy the ride for a lot longer, with a whole lot less pressure.
I used to think being a late bloomer meant I was behind the curve, that somehow I was missing out. But now I see it differently. I’m not behind—I’m on my own path. And let me tell you, it’s a pretty awesome path to be on.
So here’s to us, the late bloomers. We may have taken the scenic route, but we’re blooming brighter, bolder, and more unapologetically than ever. And honestly? I wouldn’t want it any other way.
