Worried That It’s Too Late To Bloom?

“It’s never too late to become the person you might have been.” – George Elliot

If you’re ready to step into your own potential and become the person you’ve longed to be, get ready for some inspiration from my friend Carol Hess – The “Star Polisher.”

Since I’m nearly buried under my “Get Done Before Moving to Portland” list, I gratefully accepted Carol’s offer to guest post on the blog this week. I hope you enjoy her story as much as I did!


Do you consider yourself a late bloomer? I do. In fact, I took the whole concept of being a late bloomer so far that I almost never bloomed at all!

I spent most of my considerable number of years on this planet not even realizing there was such a thing as blooming. I just knew I wasn’t all that happy.

Then, when I finally discovered blooming and realized I wasn’t doing it, I didn’t have a clue what to do about it. And so began the years in the self-help section of the bookstore and in the chair of the personal development workshop.

They were lonely years. None of my friends seemed to be searching as I was, nor could I put into words what it was I sought.

All I knew was what I had wasn’t enough.  I wanted more. More of what I wasn’t quite sure.

It was as if an unseen hand was planted firmly in my back, pushing me forward.  I did what I never would have dreamt of doing before. I went to workshops, weekend retreats, and spent six weeks at an ashram and yoga center all by myself.

I even lived in a summer house in Maine one long, cold, ridiculously snowy winter.  Every morning I broke the ice on the cats’ water bowl in my bedroom.  And it seemed like every afternoon I was up on the roof shoveling snow.

One year, a new found workshop friend suggested I go to massage school. So I did. Just like that, I packed up my cats and moved 1,500 miles away. That’s when I found out I don’t belong in Florida. Every energy meridian in my body flowed backward, until I moved back north again.

The Quest

I went on a crystal dig with a shaman who looked like a male Whoopi Goldberg. Every time I looked at him, I couldn’t help but laugh. He was very cool about it.

I worked with a faith healer in Mexico and discovered all the psych courses I took in college didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of the power of the mind over the body.

I did a fire walk. I studied the Medicine Wheel with a shaman. I consulted psychics, numerologists, astrologers, and plain old psychotherapists.

I turned over every stone I could think of, looking for the answer to a question I hadn’t even formulated. And, in the meantime, I started to bloom just a little bit.

The Bud Begins To Open

The quiet little child who had hidden behind her mother’s skirts when meeting a stranger had disappeared. A rather outgoing woman had taken her place. When did that happen?

The dedicated people pleaser who didn’t know she had needs, much less how to get them met, was starting to disappear. A more authentic woman beginning to own her place on the planet was emerging.

Two significant medical challenges demonstrated to that same woman that she was stronger and more courageous than she’d thought.

In Blossom!

And that brings us to today. I’m blooming – finally – although I have my days when I remain curled up tight, and not even the most persistent ray of sun can get me to open and blossom.

My quest for answers these days centers around self-care, earning a living with my coaching and writing business, being of service, empowering myself, and encouraging and inspiring others.

For the most part, I like where I am now, even though the number of unknowns in my life scares me shitless sometimes. And I really like the people coming into my life. I no longer feel like I’m all alone on this quest.

There are lots of us seeking answers, aren’t there?

I haven’t quite accepted how long it took me to get here and how much I still have left to do.

There is a giant clock ticking in my head that is saying, “Hurry up, Carol!  You haven’t got that much time left. Hurry up! Or you’re not going to get it all done!”

And then I remember who is really in charge of my life.

It’s the One who has been pushing me forward firmly but gently all these years. The One who has placed every stone in my hand that I’ve turned over. The One who loves me no matter what and knows there’s nothing late about my blooming.

I’m right on schedule.


The day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom.” – Anais Nin


Do you consider yourself a late bloomer?  Where has your quest for answers taken you?  What’s the question whose answer you seek?


Carol Hess is in the inspiration business.  Through her coaching and writing, she inspires people to discover the unique and brilliant star that they are and to polish that star because the world is waiting for their light. For more information or to get in touch with Carol, please go to http://StarPolisher.com

21 Responses to Worried That It’s Too Late To Bloom?

  1. I love this post, Carol!  I knew you had had lots of experiences and adventures, but some of these were new to me.  You’ve done a lot!  I’d say you started blooming well before you even knew you were doing it 🙂
    And the last few paragraphs are powerful.  At one time in my life I would have heartily disagreed with them…but as part of my own blooming process I can feel the truth of those words.
    Thank you, Carol and Sarah!

    •  I agree@LynnHess ! @carolhess is in full bloom and was probably there before she herself realized it!  It’s interesting how blossoming into our true selves can often put us in closer touch with that One, Spirit, or whatever we want to name it. I’m feeling it too!

      •  @saraho
         Maybe it’s because we are each part of the One.  So getting to know our true selves is getting to know the One.

    •  @LynnHess
       Oh, Lynn, I love what you said about blooming before I knew it!  The more I think about it, the more I believe that’s true of all of us. 

  2. This post gave me smiles, and nods and goosebumps. I totally consider myself a late bloomer, even in my 20s I knew that this decade would be something special, and so far it’s been right on schedule…just as if someOne other than myself had it all planned out 😉

    •  @JennyBBones  We can call it late or we can call it right on time! Just as that One has in the grand plan!

  3. I bloomed very late too!  It’s all in the right time ultimately.  Your Quest sounds fascinating and educational and mind-blowing.  Very cool story.

    •  @Loran Hills
       Thank you, Loran.  I think everyone’s quest is fascinating, educational, mind-blowing, and very cool.  We should start a site to collect all the stories, don’t you think?

  4. Well, you know where on stand on this, Sara, since I’ve got a whole blog on the subject 🙂 Beautiful post. I love your site because it has a holistic focus, and with good health, all us late bloomers could have decades to follow our passions!

    •  @DebraEve
       I love what you said, DebraEve, about late bloomers having decades to follow our passions if we enjoy good health.  I just recently “got” that on a deeper level, and it has helped me make healthier lifestyle choices.  I want to be kicking my heels up and enjoying the heck out of life just as long as I can!

  5. I think there are a lot of late bloomers out here, accompanying you on your journey 🙂
    Maybe because we are never encouraged to bloom. As young children, we are impatient to be teenagers, as teenagers we are impatient to be adults, as adults we get burdened with work, with all it’s time constraints, then we start a family (more time constraints and often money constraints thrown in as well!) – and blooming is the last thing on our mind. For some, the thought of blooming never arises, is never considered an option.
    But perhaps later in life IS the perfect time to bloom. Perhaps we have actually got it right 😉

    •  @IncredibleZen
       IZ, later in life is indeed a great time to bloom.  It sure beats not blooming at all.  And I definitely can get onboard with the idea that we’ve actually got it right. 🙂

  6. I’m a late bloomer… I didn’t bloom until my twenties 🙂

    •  @HappierHuman
       HH, I would call you an early bird — no, wait a minute.  I’m mixing my metaphors! 🙂

  7. I don’t know if i am a late bloomer. But i’m constantly on a quest and have evolved 10 fold since i was a teenager. Does that count?  

    •  @AnnieAndreHacks
       That counts as far as I’m concerned, Annie!  It’s the evolving that’s the important part, right?

  8. Well said as usual, Carol. I am late, yes, but I am finally blooming, and I intend to keep on till the blossom fades, falls, and merges with the earth to provide fertile soil for newly planted seeds. Big hugs to you!

    •  @stephmarks
       Love how you pointed out the part we all play in the cycle of life, Steph.  It keeps us having the right perspective, doesn’t it?

  9. lovely post Carol. Inspiring for people to know its never too late to find yourself.

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