Spring is about new beginnings but since I am a habitual late-bloomer, I am only now beginning to bud. Only weeks from the start of summer.
Something’s about to POP!
It’s just the way that I am. I move at a painfully slow pace, glacial in fact and find it incredibly disruptive when I am forced into something I have not analyzed. Mine is a lifetime spent in preparation only to find myself shot out of the cannon anyway. And I’m not prepared.