The Mystery of Unfolding

I often laughingly refer to myself as a 'late bloomer'. And, I am. I did a lot of things 'late'. Going back to school, finding a purpose and a career I enjoyed and was good at.

I think that often children who have grown up in dysfunctional settings are late bloomers. I know I lacked the confidence as a young woman to really excel. To try. To put myself out there.

So I waited, I guess, until I felt confident enough to start unfolding.

I like this wee poem as it is a reminder that blooming early, late or not at all is not that important. 

"Why such a hurry to get to the end.
The magic is in the unfolding."

​M. Banks