It is not very likely that you should be who you are. Say you were born at 2:42 p.m. on March 20th, 1958, to a plumber dad and a stay-at-home mom, in Tallahassee. How likely is that? Not very. It is equally unlikely that you might have been anyone else in the universe. Infinitesimally unlikely, in fact. Because how likely is it that you might have been born at 11:18 a.m. on July 21st, 1983, to a stay-at-home dad and a surgeon mom, in Stockholm? Not very.
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Still, it is highly likely that SOMEONE would have ended up being you, or approximately you. It just happened to be you.
So go with it. Occupy that slot you got slid into. Squirm and wiggle. Fight. Turn that slot into something less narrow, deeper, more your shape. Some call this blooming where you are planted. I think maybe it’s just choosing to be.
And it is one of the best choices I have ever made. Not always happy but definitely regretfree.
Yes, my inspirational late bloomer / late squirmer. I like regretfree as one word! We should have more “ful” words with a “free” antonym. A soulfree jazz musician whose work lacks depth. A forcefree orator who convinces logically yet gently. A purposefree undergrad still deciding on a major. A cheerfree headmistress who wields her iron hand at the boarding school. The possibilities!