🍌 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 ...