I turned 50 yesterday. No idea how this happened, but here we are.
I am a late bloomer, some might say a very late bloomer. Although things have gone pretty well the last few years, this has not always been the case. Because of some early setbacks, mistakes as well as basic bad luck, I put my dreams and goals on the back burner (for like 20 years) and settled into a routine that didn’t leave much room for anything extra. My husband was living and working his dream and I thought his success was enough for me. But a few years ago, I realized it wasn’t.
One of the big change moments for me was when Pip passed away in 2013. I was completely shattered by this loss and essentially faced two choices – fall into a deep depression or channel the pain into something positive. Somehow I found the strength to choose the latter. I recommitted to writing (one of the dreams I thought long gone) with a focus on changing the perception of rescue animals especially those with special needs or considered less adoptable. This seemed like a perfect way to honor Pip and myself at the same time.
Six BIG Life Lessons From A Late Bloomer
Don’t wait for the perfect time because there is no perfect time. Life will always get in the way. Stuff will always come up. I spent twenty years waiting for my time to come. But I finally realized my time was never coming. I had to make time my own. Do what you need and want to do NOW. Don’t wait.
Make time for yourself everyday. Protect it, hold it tight as if your life depends on it. Because in many ways, it does. Sometimes it takes sacrifice (in my case, sleep), but it is worth it – you are worth it. Crazy early morning hours work best for me. Find a time that works for you and stick with it.
Share your piece of the puzzle. I’m not an overly religious person, but I do believe we all have a purpose or something to share – a piece of the giant puzzle of humanity. Some pieces are bigger than others, but all pieces matter. Share your piece, your piece matters.
|Proud late bloomer|
It’s never too late to try something new or head in the right direction. I only figured out what I wanted to do about two years ago (when I was 48). You are never too old, too tired, too shy, too busy, too broke, too frightened for a fresh start. Late bloomers and underdogs are awesome.
Define or redefine your definition of success. My definition of success is not about making lots of money or having lots of stuff (probably why I don’t have much of either). Success for me is about finding a way to combine your talents with your passions to make a difference.
Do what you came here to do. This is a lesson I learned from Kathleen Gage during her session at BlogPaws. It resonated with me on a very deep level and I repeat it daily. Will your life magically work out once you start living your passion? Maybe not, but you will experience moments of peace and great joy when you are completely and utterly yourself and in tune with everything around you. And these brief, but beautiful moments make everything else worth it.
This is what I came here to do. I lost sight of it for many years. I’m not letting it go again – and I wish the same for you.
Late bloomers are like underdogs and both are pretty awesome.