Leo the late bloomer
This was one of my favorite books as a kid. It was about a tiger or something being a little slow from the rest of the pack, but eventually making it (I think, too lazy to look it up. #typicalLazyAmuriKuhn). I liked it mostly because the lions name was Leo and that’s apparently my birth dads name. Also, when time progressed when I was young, I imagined my dad as a slow tiger. Yessssss, to answer your question I was weird weirder.
So lucky me, my fantasies of my dad as a late blooming tiger have passed on to me. I don’t remember how the story really ended in that book, but I am pretty sure it was a positive learning experience because it was obviously a kids book.
hahaha where is this blog going? I don’t know I am passing time before Jimmy Kimmel starts. But I have accepted that in ways I am truly a late bloomer but that is because society has both intentionally and unintentionally molded our minds into placing age along with metaphoric checklists with things that we should have already completed. Are these check lists bad? Most definitely not. But are they mandatory to be completed at a certain time? No, and it is alright. I have yet to sit on a plane, learn how to swim, experience my first break-up, my first bee sting, my first road trip etc. etc. I still have accomplished a decent amount of my personal goals and I still have plenty of time to experience all the other things that a person will experience. I am a late bloomer in some respect. But the key idea is that I am blooming. The blooming is forever constant. As long as I know my pace is leading me in the right direction I’m pretty sure my pitty sad first world problems will only be a small blimp on my radar due to the great things in store for my life ahead.
I’m 20 and I am marvelous.
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