A little over a week ago, I revisited a post about Spirit Animals that one of my favorite bloggers, Kathleen, had written. When I first read it, I was curious and wanted to figure out my own spirit animal. But of course … life got in the ways, things got busy, and I simply forgot. But last week, the curiosity crept back as I found myself determined to figure it out. Some may think it’s silly, but I’m always up to discover + understand more about myself. Plus, it’s a great conversation starter!
And as it turns out, landing on my spirit animal was admittedly a great exercise, too. During one of my busiest days last week ( the kind that feels endless and anxiety ridden ), I simply closed my eyes and allowed myself to breathe + think clearly. After trying to think about what animal I’d actually want to be, it hit me. I have never been afraid of bees. I know it sounds a little crazy, but whenever one buzzes around me, I stop and stare. You can hear them coming and most people run away, but I’ve always planted myself firm and remained in awe and quiet around them. They catch my attention.
So, like a true internet obsessed individual, I took to google and affirmed that yes, my spirit animal is a bee. They are a symbol of hard work, energy, and accomplishing the impossible. And perhaps more importantly, they remind us to “extract the honey of life,” which is exactly what I forget from time to time. More often than not, I will allow myself to be as “busy as a bee.” It’s in my bones. But recently, I’ve been experiencing a mind shift here, and at the end of the day, have found true happiness surrounding myself with loved ones and enjoying the simplicity of life.
I could go on and on, but it’s certainly interesting to see all the similarities here and think about my own personality in a different way. Seriously, give it a try! Two of my good friends I spent time with this weekend gave it some thought and landed on a hummingbird and a bear, which was SO fitting for them. I would love to hear about what YOU think your own spirit animal is!
The one other thing that solidified my choice was my Grandma Bea, short for Beatrice, who passed away from cancer almost a year ago now. I found instant comfort in the fact that my spirit animal, the bee, which ultimately reminds me of her every time I say it out loud, could be a little bit of her protecting me as well. I miss her so much and know that upon hearing all of this, she would have given me her normal “breanna rose you are off on a tangent, but that’s okay” smirk. I loved that.