🍌 The Banana Who Waited Too Long

There it sat.

In the fridge.
Every day, browning a little more.
It was once vibrant yellow, now kissed with regret and sugar spots.

It wasn’t just a banana.
It was a reflection.
Of everything I promised myself I’d get to.

Every time I opened the fridge, it looked at me like,
“You said you needed energy. I was ready.”
And I looked back like,
“I still might. Please don’t die yet.”

Stages of potential, softness, and surrender.

The banana became a friend. A therapist. A life coach.
It reminded me of ideas left unripe…
dreams postponed…
boundaries that I almost set…
and the many parts of me still waiting to be chosen first.

But here’s the kicker:
That banana was never mad.
It just… softened.

Like me.

Until one day I realized:
This wasn’t burnout.
This was slow ripening.
And maybe — just maybe — I’m not late. I’m just becoming edible for the right moment.

Some of us are just bananas with emotional range.
And I’m okay with that now.

🌱 If you felt something in this post…

Know that your quiet growth is seen.
Your stillness matters.
And sometimes, even the smallest plant knows what the world forgets:
That survival itself is sacred.

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🌕 Until next time —
🕯️ With gentleness,
~ HingsLotus 🌸