This came to me in a dream. In the middle of the night, I awoke, picked up the iPhone, and began to write. These are the words typed on the phone.

Life Happens

Slowly the me that grew for twenty-three years disappeared

surrounded by a cocoon of events;

protecting the id.

Sleepily absorbing life;

cautiously traveling a path;

being the best I can be.

Suddenly a birthday brings an epiphany

peeling layers of a protective shell.

I am almost free.

I struggle to remember who I am

and celebrate.

rwt