Welcome to my life during school. Lecture season is now in session and I am back to reality; one that dictates that my ankle type boots and their four inch heels are not worthy of the stairs - or stares. More than that I am stuck with a t-shirt dress and questionable weather that is more transient that my thoughts of the future. I would like to say that once uni starts my questions of life direction have ended and I am well on my way. But that would be a little worse than a lie - self deception perhaps. Much like the girls who are still in dresses even though I know they're freezing (let's be real that summer cotton and linen is only letting the wind cut deeper into you). The grand question is whether it's better to be an early, intermediate or late bloomer. I'm not even going to talk about intermediate because I feel that those are the normal folk who know the trajectory of their lives. I went to a very academic high school and I think that there were a lot of early bloomers. If you examined the extra-curricular activities of high flying students you might want to cry because they are really don't quit. The level of achievement that I encountered in those three years was enough to make me think that I should also be one of the early bloomers. But now that I have the ability to ponder my future moves maybe being a late bloomer is better.
Truthfully sometimes it is suffocating to watch some friends and peers fly ahead onto planes of success and fulfillment that I've only dreamt of - sparingly - so as not to be crushed by frustration. For all the fulfillment I think that I would feel now we all have to come to terms with the fact that we aren't ready at the same time to meet our goals. Even when it comes to dressing - it's great to glean inspiration from blogs such as this but don't compare. Remember you aren't ready - what you have now is what you are prepared for so enjoy it.