A friend of the You Are Not Stuck community on Facebook shared this photo and it got me wondering: What was the last thing that gave you butterflies?

The good kind, mind you, those sweet flutters of excitement and anticipation… the ones that tickle your heart the ones that bring on wide-eyed, deep-breathed smiles and a sense of “Here we go!”

When I think back over my lifetime’s best cases of butterflies, I realize they usually accompanied a “first”… something different… in situations where I had lots to gain if things went right. Think first date… first day on the job… first inkling of parenthood… first time shaking off convention and “What will they think?” to follow the guidance of your heart.

I’ve learned there’s a leap of faith that precedes the butterflies and that you’ve got to jump with both feet, for they won’t come for the MAYBEs and HALF-HEARTED TRIES. They are attracted by the brilliance of a bold and fearless spirit, the scent of your courage, the promise of what can be.

They’re only in if you are.

So, I dare you. Give those butterflies something worth exploring. Invite them to flutter. You never know, they might just lift you up and carry you away.



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