I feel like I’m sixteen again – and that’s not a good thing for me; at sixteen I was watching all my friends maturing ahead of me.
Knowing I was a late bloomer, as my mother used to call it, was of no comfort at all with my best friend getting everything at fourteen – her waistline, her breasts, her periods – while I still looked like an anxious, Amazonian eight-year-old at sixteen.
I learned then that it’s no good trying to rush things (stuffing bras comes to mind). It wasn’t going to happen until it happened.
Enter me – now!
I’m a long way from sixteen, but I find myself again watching from the sidelines as people around me grow, win publishing contracts and enjoy writing success.
I know my time to bosom – I mean blossom – will come (and padded bras are definitely NOT the answer this time either) but in the mean time I’m feeling…anxious.
The good news is that I know I have grown in many ways.
How do I know this? Because I no longer feel the urge to write mean comments on the toilet door about all the big-busted girls – LOL.
I’m seriously thrilled to pieces for anyone who achieves publishing success (it’s bloody hard to do) and I’m encouraged knowing that it does happens to lovely, everyday people — like me. I know this because I met one of those lovely people today in our newly-formed mid-north coast writers’ group. Karlene Lane has just secured a contract with Allen & Unwin and I’m really looking forward to sharing her journey.
As for me, I just have to be patient. It WILL happen.