Leo The Late Bloomer

When I was driving to the land of Zion (Utah for those of you not from Utah), I had a lot of time for introspection.

Well, I had a lot of time while I wasn’t singing my guts out to the likes of Ben Folds, BNL, BFS, U2, and all my other band friends.

But I digress.

In those few minutes of quiet, I had a kid memory. You know those memories. You just get a small flashback of what happened when you were a kid. Talking with a loved grandparent. Playing with siblings. Throwing away dinner in the garbage, and thinking your parents wouldn’t find out (Hi Dad!). Lighting matches, blowing them out, throwing them down vents and causing your mom to call the fire department, then admitting to it fifteen years later (Hi Mom!).

Not that I would know anything about those incidents, and I will deny them up and down if you ask. So don’t ask, because it didn’t happen.

Anyways, one of those memories hit me while I was driving. I remember reading a book called

Leo the Late Bloomer

I don’t remember if this was at school, or at home. It made an impact on me back in first grade.

It made an impact on me now. I’ve been impatient. I deal with feelings of being a late bloomer. I have felt the promptings that I just need to be patient, and all things will happen in due time.

But I don’t want to wait.

But neither did Leo, and things worked out well for him, so I’ll continue to have faith that I’ll turn out just like Leo.