Follow the Butterflies To Live an Extraordinary Life
What precedes a risk, a chance, something out of the ordinary? Butterflies.
She’d flown from the other side of the world, this unbelievable girl I met at Burning Man. It’s all been rather surreal. Now she’s joined me in Japan to start a new chapter together.
We’re all in.
I and a handful of other humans waited outside baggage claim at Tokyo’s Narita airport to pick up our friends, partners, family members, even strangers.
With about ten minutes until I’d see her, I got an idea.
I would write Coco’s name on a piece of paper and stand at the exit like one of those chauffeurs with the suit and white gloves.
I could continue standing off to the side, or I could make the memory.
To act cool, or to be all in. That is the question.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
Eh, I thought, weighing the pros and cons.
Cons: I needed a piece of paper. That would require me asking the people at the rental kiosks and possibly looking foolish.
Pros: Creating a story worth telling.
