I am still planting and growing. Sometimes, I think back and ask myself, “Am I starting too late?” or “Is it too late to do this?” I am talking about my garden, but it sort of reflects how I view my career and where I am in life, “Am I behind?” or “Am I too old to do this?” What happens when a flower blooms late only to be decimated by the frost? What happens when a seed, full of potential, sprouts too late only to be never get the amount of sun it needs to actualize itself?
I’ve come to the realization, that even though I may not see any fruits or flowers, just seeing the growth process is rewarding in itself. And so too, in life, perhaps just surviving, living, being present is enough.
B.