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Late Bloomer: A Memo On Love

I've always been a late bloomer when it comes to love. I didn't date much in high school. I didn't go to prom. I didn't date in college because "they" told me to stay focused on my studies and to "leave the boys alone." I moved to NYC in 2011 and tried my hand at it--I didn't even know what to expect. I didn't introduce a guy to my parents until I was 27. The introduction was risky (for me) and scary and exciting all in one.

Today, my tulips bloomed--the ones my father sent me for Valentine's day. They bloomed right before my eyes. I'm committed to keeping them alive for as long as I can (I'm usually pretty horrible at keeping plants alive but this is a new season). They bloomed and I thought about how I finally bloomed at age 27. I finally got to a place in my life where I was no longer hiding my love life from the world--I was no longer sneaking around with people who didn't serve me. I was finally allowing myself to love and to love freely.

Late blooming comes with it's downside though. I constantly feel so behind in lessons on love. I feel like I'm struggling so much to keep up with my newly bloomed self. I feel like I missed all the memos on how to fall in and out of love--how to handle unrequited love, how to fall back in love, how to leave love behind. I'm almost 29 and I feel so lost--lost in ways that I don't experience in my professional lives.

Lost
Afraid
Uncertain
Yet, Blooming ferociously.

This is my life. This is my love.
I look forward to conquering Spring.

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