Butterflies are so important to me ...
1. One landed on my great-grandmothers casket as we threw her flowers , then flew away ( I like to believe that was her)
2. They change and become something beautiful .
On my journey to become something beautiful , I've battled with fear of no longer being comfortable .
Comfort is extremely controlling and can put a choke hold on change .
The other day my mentor said to me "butterflies never became butterflies by tapping the cocoon" and that's what I've been guilty of .
Always afraid to go in FULL FORCE , I tapped and celebrated the small victories .
This morning , as I laid in bed sulking , I decided that I would come out and allow myself to stretch wide .
I hope that you do the same !