Hello Dear Readers,
Were you a late bloomer or an early bloomer? In my experience, early bloomers are easy to spot: they are those people you occasionally meet who always find some excuse to talk about the good ol’ days–i.e. high school. These are the former jocks, cheerleaders, the old popular crowd of the great Alma Mater. Maybe even some of the “brains” who received top marks in every assignment, were well-liked by everyone (especially their teachers), and voted Most Likely to Succeed by their peers. The Brandon Walshes of the world.
Late bloomers tend to be more difficult to spot, because unless you’ve known them for their entire lives, they seem to have always been this awesome. Many people hit their stride as adults, and as a result of their not-so-satisfactory high school experience, they often have a down-to-earth humility which is admirable. Once you’ve been picked last for gym team, you’re not bound to forget the experience. That alone can make you more sympathetic than your early bloomer cohorts. However, the treatment you receive in your youth can mean your confidence takes a beating.
Anyone who follows this blog will not be surprised to learn that I consider myself a late bloomer. I envy the idyllic adolescence of early bloomers, but I’ve been a bit saddened by the ones who can’t seem to move past their first taste of success. If high school represents the pinnacle of your life, what is there to look forward to in the future? Is being captain of the football team really as good as it gets? For some, perhaps.
When I was a kid, quite a few people called me weird. Now my so-called “out-of-the-box” thinking is appreciated and even admired. I was always picked last for gym teams, and even hid on dark stairwells to escape participating in team sports. (The Cat Ate My Gymsuit was one of my favorite books at the time.) Now I’m regularly referred to as an athlete, a description that still startles me (and makes me very proud, because it was so hard earned). I was always a writer, but back then, I couldn’t get a summer job working at my small town paper. Now I’ve written for some of the best and biggest papers in the country. Pretty good for a late bloomer. 😉
There’s still so much I haven’t accomplished; so much I have left to do. I hope I get the opportunity to do it all. In retrospect, I suppose it doesn’t matter if you bloom late or bloom early, just as long as you keep blooming.
And know that your best achievements are still around the corner. Gives you something to look forward to.
Were you an early bloomer or a late bloomer? What was your high school experience like?