This one is for my friend David, a scientist and blogger who was home for a visit over the holidays. On New Year’s Eve he was telling a story about how short he was in high school. He’s not short any more, so he declared himself a “late bloomer.”
Which is fine. But I’ve been thinking about blooming in the context of growth thanks to my little word, and it occurs to me that we should all be late bloomers.
We should all be always bloomers.
Forever blooming, blossoming into ourselves, what we want to be, who we are meant to become.
You hear stories all the time of nonagenarians graduating high school, of people getting their first books published or their first art shows in their 50s, 60s and beyond. People who take up running in middle age, or start a new career when their first one should be ending.
That’s late blooming, but so is the choice to make whatever year you’re in, whatever day you’re on, the best day it can be. The decision to learn a new skill, change a habit, try something new; these are all blossoming skills that we all need to use all the time.
Because if you’re not blooming, you’re dying.
I am still blooming.
How about you?