How One Tiny Winged Wonder Reminded Me I'm Still Here
I wasn’t looking for a sign.
But I got one anyway.
A few days before it happened, I had a dream — soft, strange, and glimmering. In it, a dragonfly landed on my hand and simply stayed there. No buzzing, no flitting away. It rested like it belonged there, like I belonged somewhere too. I woke up with that image still in my mind. I even whispered to myself, “Weird.” But I carried on.
Three days later, it wasn’t a dream.
I stepped outside, heart heavy with everything I hadn’t said and everything I couldn’t fix. That kind of heaviness doesn’t always show on your face, but you feel it in your bones — the quiet ache of grief, the slow burn of being misunderstood, the weight of simply surviving.
That’s when I saw it.
A real dragonfly.
Floating toward me.
And not just passing by — it landed. Right in front of me. Right in my path. Almost daring me to notice.
I froze. Then I smiled. Then I cried.
Because deep down I knew… this wasn’t random.
đź§ A Symbol That Chose Me
Dragonflies mean a lot of things — transformation, adaptability, light in the darkness. But to me, in that moment, it meant:
🟢 You're still here.
🟢 You’re still growing.
🟢 You don’t have to rush or be perfect or “fly” all the time.
This little creature, so fragile and fierce, reminded me that change doesn’t mean the end — it means the middle. The becoming. The awakening.
đź’ Why I Share This With You
Maybe you’re tired too. Maybe you're navigating grief, like I am. Maybe you’re quietly healing from something no one else sees. Or maybe you’re just trying to remember who you are — underneath the expectations, the labels, the loss.
If so, I want to tell you this:
There’s still a dragonfly out there for you.
Maybe not a literal one (though hey, you never know).
But a moment. A reminder. A breath of unexpected beauty that shows up and whispers:
You’re still here. And that matters.
đź’Ś From My Wings to Yours
That’s why the dragonfly appears throughout my books, my network, my logo, and even my dreams.
It’s not decoration.
It’s declaration.
A quiet one.
But a powerful one.
You’re still here.
And you’re not alone.