2,400,000 Americans play the accordion – hopefully not at the same time.

I woke up this morning feeling, that I have been stuck in a time warp. People would ask me how old I am and I would respond 25, after a brief pause (time for my response to settle) It is usually followed up with Wait, I am 29 years old.  It is had to believe it myself that I am almost 30.

Turning 30 doesn’t quite stand up to my by 30 vision of a super-successful, mega-rich, highly admired, jet-setting, goal reaching business woman/entrepreneur living in an ultra glamorous New York City apartment, driving a black Mercedes Benz with hot pink interior, a portfolio of stocks, and bonds, a nice nest egg stashed away and an entourage of attractive men at my beckoning call.  At the very least, I pictured myself as a semi-successful, financially secure professional with a condo, long-term relationship, and maintaining a busy yet satisfying social life. 

I am completely embarrassed and feeling like my life is behind schedule.  I am in the in between stage of life, between jobs, boyfriends, and apartments.  I have, throughout life been a little late.  I was late to hit puberty, late to get a “date” to prom, late to appreciate and value my true self, late to get a myspace page (and use it), and a little late to arrive at things.  I guess that would make me a late bloomer.  It is time for me to play catch up. 

 

Jay-Z said that the 30′s are the new 20′s.  In either Case, as George Elliot said “It is never to late to be what you might have been”.  “Right now you are one choice away from a new beginning” said Oprah Winfrey “one that leads you toward becoming the fullest human being you can”. It is time for me to play catch up. 

Here are a few late bloomers:

Charles Darwin

Mother Theresa

Rodney Dangerfield

Harry S. Truman

Colonel Sanders (KFC)

Walt Whitman

Sheryl Crow

Raymond Chandler

Charles Bronson

     AND…..

Me the Jazzed Up Diva

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