I’m with a bunch of friends in line for a Jane’s Addiction concert. My life has been so routine and boring lately and I’m looking for a shot of adrenalin! I’m psyched!
I get to the front of the line and a man asks for my concert ticket and my ID. I hand him my ticket but when I pull out my ID from my wallet, I see that my business cards have faded, and they all look shriveled and moth-eaten. There’s almost nothing left of them. I pull out my driver’s license and it looks even worse and simply falls apart in my hand like wet tissue paper. Credit cards and other forms of ID dissolve into dust.
The man at the door won’t let me in. I have no ID.
My friends go in. I cannot.
I head home in a sad state.
I crawl in bed, turn out the light and am just about to fall asleep when I sense that someone is in my bedroom. I look around. The light is poor, but a bit of moonlight is coming through the bedroom windows.
Suddenly, I see a tall and slender man, all dressed in black, furtively reaching for my wallet sitting on my nightstand.
I go to stop him but then I see him more clearly.
A tall and forbidding-looking skeleton in a black robe is stealing my wallet.
Today I honor that my old identity is dead and gone. I let it go. I honor the many identities I may have in a single lifetime. I honor the many deaths these identities may have as well. I bless the joy in new beginnings, and I bless the death of the old that makes the new possible. I can wear many hats and play many roles. And when it is time to move on, I will. Behind all the roles and identities, yet embracing them all, is an ever-present and lasting Peace.