Free To Be Me I wish for you the perfect gift under the perfect tree not locked in a box, ribboned or tucked in a sock, but open for all to see as visible as the brightest star, this gift, hopefully received most festively, would simply, and mindfully be “a present me” In this season of your making I wish for you garlands of friendships in waiting, a thousand lights of joy, harmony, and fullness for the taking. I wish for you a time of believing in a Pandora of possibilities set free. A time to walk through the door that has truly opened in your mind, and imagine you are as unique as an individual snowflake caught in a flicker of candlelight, destined to brilliantly adorn the wonderful tree of life where your light shines and others see it where your life matters and others feel it the gift I have faith you will accept most festively, would be the peace of mind that comes from believing in yourself and finding the way, to finally say, “I’m free to be me” —John Thomas Dodds—
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