Writing today at the Black Sheep Coffee Cafe. It felt good. And it brought me back to a time when my thoughts were so different than they are today. Just a bit of disbelief pinged inside my mind as I wrote. "Was this really me?," I thought. I could quickly answer yes because the feelings still bubble to the surface quickly. They are sad. They are happy. They are confident. They are scared. They are proud. They wonder, "where will I go?" And they say, "this is me."