Late Bloomer

A few months ago, I got my very first, brand spanking new car. Now I am not fresh out of College so it may seem odd to just be getting it now. But for someone who has lived majority of her life in big cities, it has never been a need. But LA demands a car. A reliable, agile car, that hopefully wouldn’t stop in the middle of its crazy, unforgiving highways. So finally, I understand the meaning of that new car smell that everyone raves about. Wow...power windows?! Yahoo.

This reminded me of what a best friend once told me. She said it seems to take me awhile to get the things that I wanted, and not only that, but it also seems to be a harder process for me to get them. And she was absolutely right. She then added, “but when you get them, it’s very very good, and pretty wonderful.”

I'll have you know that I only just found out how much of a girl I truly was a few years ago. In fact, make-up, fashion, exercising and eating healthy…boys, didn’t really become part of my repertoire until I was a working woman. Looking at 12-yr olds these days, I feel like such a prude. i-Pods and cell phones are only recent buddies of mine. The i-Phone? Let’s talk in 5 years. I guess this is also why I treasure what I do have. Because it took a lot for me to get them.

Last week, I had my birthday.
It was also the first day of the new President Elect.



I couldn't have imagined a better birthday gift. It was a new day for me, for the country, and for the whole freakin’ world. It took America a very long time to get here, but it got here.
And it is damn wonderful.
And, it is not too late.

Later that day, I saw an abundant Wishing Tree in a Pasadena plaza and I couldn’t help but add a few wishes of my own.



I didn’t wish for my wishes to get here fast, but rather I wished for them to linger, to last when they do get here.
Because it doesn’t matter to me if I am a so-called late bloomer in many ways, as long as when I get it, or when I get there,
it’s the real thing.