I'm told that, as a writer, I'm a late bloomer
Full blown pale roses or full blown pale pantaloons; take your pick. I’ll be a rose thanks. At least that way I am between a bud and a dead-head. Better than pantaloons – between a pair of speedos and a Vinnies bin.
I found a website. It said that late bloomers are NOT FAILURES and gave this encouragement:
- Van Gogh was a late bloomer and didn't start painting until his late twenties. My God, he so nearly missed the boat.
- It’s OK if you don’t hit your peak in High School because it’s often downhill all the way from there. Good, I don’t think I’ve hit my peak yet. Now I’ll know when I do because it’ll be WOOOOOSH after that.
- Diving in too early to a relationship and set-in-stone life plans can keep you from determining what really
matters to you. Well I got engaged in six weeks but a set-in-stone life-plan eluded me, so I guess I’m well-balanced. I know what matters first, it’s what comes second that confounds me.
- Let go of the pressure to be perfect ... I don’t think I was ever that deluded.
- Going through an awkward stage can build character ... Can? Oh, God why else?
- If it hasn’t happened yet, one day, you’ll feel truly comfortable in your own skin ... Really? I think that might be just before WOOOOOSH and the secateurs chop off the dead-head.
Go John Updike!
Then I found another website with a quote by John Updike, “Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone”.
Updike was considered one of the greatest American writers of his generation.
So that’s it. I'm a ramblin’ rose.
Late to bloom and, I hope, incorrigible but not too disreputable - it would upset my mother. I did go it alone. I declared UDO. My Unilateral Declaration of Ownership.
Own the situation. Own the solution.
Remember how much fun that was?
Oh, pass the rosé.