Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be?

Due to life’s twists and turns, a warrior was made.  Doubt that was my original personality or intention but it has been necessary to survive both personal and professional battles.  Perhaps one day I will get to walk off the battlefield into a sweet smelling meadow and sit down and smell the flowers rather than standing w/sword ready to preserve and protect all those who frolic in the meadow from the dastardly fates that await them.  For now, I appreciate the faeries that flit by and fancy the free spirits floating in the wind and I’m glad to have served in the capacity I have so that others may have their sweetness preserved.