Born to bloom

Sometimes I wonder about me.

I have up periods that last months, years, decades.

I feel lucky. Blessed. Born to bloom.

And yet I don't bloom, at least not in traditional ways.

I sometimes wonder if I was born out of time.

I might have lived the same life, long ago, in some out of the way place, without all the media hype..

And just been a satisfied Pollyanna doing everyday things and making them special in my head.