I was a late bloomer. There were times growing up when I didn’t think I’d bloom at all. In my formative years, I merely existed.
As a child, I didn’t know what my purpose was, or whether it was something I could achieve. But if something is meant to be it will always find a way to happen. In a world that has become obsessed with early achievement, taking your time to grow, to decide what you want is a benefit.
Although, I knew the world of academia in the classroom wasn’t something open to me, because I already failed in school, I had to find another way to learn. Distance learning was achievable. Everything I have achieved with my diplomas, website and book has come late.
Some of us need more time to develop and realise our talents and although I wasn’t sure what those were, I innately felt confident something would eventually present itself. My main concern had always been my non-diagnosis, not knowing what was wrong with me and needing a diagnosis on that.
I wasn’t prepared to give up on that. It took that long, but the nagging thought and question was, would I ever get to the point of knowing? At the time, I could never know or foresee how things would work out.
Being a late bloomer has its advantages. It stops us from potentially making mistakes and allows for us to think about what we want a little more, instead of rushing into things. It worked for me.