Do the work. And become.

He spent the winter with me in dispause—resting in his chrysalis for months, waiting out the cold until spring’s warmth and bloom gave the signal.

From the very beginning—as a tiny egg—he carried the blueprint. Not just for the chrysalis, but for his wings, too.

The truth is, everything needed to fly was already there.

He just had to trust the process.
Ask for help.
Let the hard parts grow him, not break him.
Surrender to the undone dark.
Do the work.
And become.

It’s officially butterfly season in the Froelker household.