Late
Things always tend to happen too late in my life. I’d say the wrong thing in front of class and be speechless until the words came to mind, too late. Push away friends and family until I realized I needed to heal myself first, too late. But how can someone say that I am lazy or stupid or weak-willed for dropping a semester in college and ending up graduating a year late?
How could anyone who never saw me crying in front of my garage every morning because I thought my dad was leaving me, or walking a rollerskate everyday with a shoe-lace for 2 months until my mom birthed my younger sister... What I’ve realized is that there is never a “too late”, only late for what you can see. A bud does not blossom this year, that is fine, next year it will be the same beautiful flower. Yes, maybe I am lazy and stupid and weak-willed. But when I blossom, it will be right on time.
