I've always been a late bloomer.
I was the last girl in my class to go through puberty. I was 30 before I had my first child. I'm just now becoming a grandparent when most of my friends have already done so. Why, my cousin, who is one year younger, even has a great-grandchild!
Late bloomer - that's me.
It's all good, though. I happen to believe the path I'm on is where I'm meant to be. I've always believed God has a plan for my life. Why did I have to work so hard trying to direct it my way? Could I not trust He will take me there?
It's funny ... I'm so much more comfortable now in my own skin. Perhaps it takes decades to find out who you are, what you believe in, and determine how you want to live your life.
Maybe it takes you half your life to realize you are "cool" just the way you are and you don't need to be a part of any popular crowd.
I now realize I don't have to be a supermom or a supermodel to feel worthy. I just have to be able to look in a mirror without regret. And if there is regret, thank the good Lord, I know how to apologize, repent, and start again. I know where there is mercy.
Hopefully, I'm looking at more years ahead. I have dreams and aspirations - a boat-load of them! I'm praying that my last years will be my finest ones and that I will be more productive than ever.
I want to prove that being in your fifth and sixth decades of life can be a time of vigorous blooming where you are planted, a time where you can be more fruitful than you've ever been.
I believe it will happen for me because I'm rooted in the Vine and tended by the Master Gardner.
I'm hoping you will come along and share the Journey!
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 5.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: blooming. If you'd like to join in, visit Kat's blog, Mama's Losin' It.