Rainbow Bee Print

There was once a bee who couldn’t make honey.

She tried. She buzzed with the rest of them. Flew out every day like she was supposed to. But her jars came back empty.

She’d land on flowers and forget why she was there. She’d get halfway home and realise she’d lost her pollen somewhere along the way.

She wasn’t lazy. She wasn’t broken. But she was tired. Not in the way a nap could fix — tired in her bones, in her heart, in the space behind her eyes. The kind of tired that makes everything feel too much.

She kept trying. She told herself she had to keep up. That maybe tomorrow would be better. That if she just tried a little harder, it would all fall into place. But the harder she tried, the worse it got.

And one day, the queen bee pulled her aside and said softly, “Maybe you’re just not a real bee.” So she left.

Not in anger. Not even in shame. Just… empty.

She flew away, not to find herself, but to get away from everything that kept telling her she wasn’t enough.

And in a quiet patch of wildflowers — untamed, unmeasured, unseen — she stopped.

She curled up on a petal and let herself feel it. All of it. She cried until there was nothing left.

And when the tears dried, she noticed something. The flowers weren’t just yellow. They were every colour she’d never stopped to see before.

Red. Violet. Gold. Turquoise.

They didn’t care whether she’d made honey or not. They bloomed anyway.

And somehow, just by resting there, something in her softened. Something opened. When she flew again, the colour rose up behind her like a wake.

Not something she carried — something she stirred.

She still doesn’t make honey. But now, wherever she goes, colour spreads. People pause. Smile. Breathe a little deeper.

And tired hearts feel - even just for a moment - like maybe they’re allowed to stop trying so hard.

That’s her on the print. Still flying. Still herself. Still enough.

Maybe you need her to remind you: You don’t have to prove your worth. You’re not here just to produce or perform. You’re allowed to rest. To feel. To take up space. To be soft, bright, messy, quiet.

You’re allowed to be a real bee — even if you never make honey.

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