The Beauty in Becoming

Butterflies tend to leave me in amazement. The way that they begin as caterpillars, then chrysalis, and become butterflies. It's something that resonates with me in a sort of way. Although they are also beautiful, they have been my favorite insect for as long as I can remember, which explains my two butterfly tattoos.

It also explains why this moment at work felt incredibly magical to me. This white butterfly was lying flat on the ground by the doorway. It almost looked like paper stuck to the ground. I lightly gave it a nudge, and it started to come to life. I lent it my finger, and it crawled onto the tip of it; then it tried to fly but fell. I swooped it into my hands. I encircled it, ensuring its safety. I walked out of the building with it in my hands, and I walked over to a planter. As I opened up my hands, it flew out and into the sky. In that moment, I felt giddy, and it felt amazing watching the butterfly go where it was meant to be. It felt like my own Disney princess moment. It almost was like I was meant to find that butterfly lying there on the floor. I needed it as much as it needed me. There is something so pure about it and the general timing of it.