For everything there are seasons. Seasons to plant and seasons to bloom. Some appear to bloom effortlessly while others, well, not so much. Some bloom much later in life. I am a late bloomer. This is something that I have not always been proud of but have learned to appreciate.
We late bloomers tend to be hard on ourselves. We rarely take into consideration why we bloom later than others but instead focus on timelines, oftentimes comparing ourselves to others. Blooming is not about timelines. To bloom is to be “woke.” To be aware of your greatness. To be aware of your potential. And since potential is endless, we should always be blooming.
What this late bloomer has come to realize is that no one blooms early, on time, or late by themselves. Cause and effect happen to all of us. When the soil of our imagination is young and fertile, we are receptive and vulnerable to seeds of life and seeds of death. Seeds come in the form of words, actions, and deeds. How we interpret them affects our blossoming.
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