A person whose magical talents or capabilities are not visible to others until later than usual.
A phrase that gets a bad rap.
Discovering your true joy at exactly the right time. That’s my definition of a late bloomer. Who decides when we are done? I’m just getting started. Late? I don’t think so!
I’ve enjoyed so many phases of my life; working in a successful career, marrying my soulmate, raising a beautiful family. And, in my 50s, I discovered a whole new me!
It’s never too late for new beginnings. You won’t find “late bloomers” in The Suburban Monk dictionary…instead, let’s call ourselves “right on timers”.
Much better, right?
Love and Magic,
Ellen and Syd