I knew she was a freshman. I’ve never seen golden hair or hazel eyes brighter than hers. She was sitting alone and it bothered me. I couldn’t control the force lifting me from my lunch table. There I was introducing myself and inviting her to sit with me and my friends. I have never felt more alive in that moment. Being bold, escaping from my safe zone and not knowing what the outcome may be, but not wasting any time living in fear has always given me a rewarding thrill.
If I could pay the electric, water and gas bill by living as a social butterfly, I would go nuts. I can’t imagine how many more. How many more would feel comfortable in a different setting because I was brave enough to be their friend? How many more will be likely to open up just as I have because I’ve shown them it’s effortless? How many more will be inspired by my positivity and in return be gracious to inspire others? How many?
How amazing would it be to never know if the number continues to grow? I want to fly without the fear of falling and any rejection of my beautiful wings. I have to not care what I may bump into, but raise my wings with every opportunity. I would have to fly forward and remind myself of my focus. I would have to land, firmly and sharp. This first butterfly would have to soar.