I am round. I am not flat.

That was the delightful phrase I was left with after a dream I had the other day. I woke up feeling as if I had discovered something something positively profound about myself. After all, I am round in that I roll with the punches? I keep rolling? I refuse to be flattened. Anyway, I felt great until the coffee began to wake me up properly. I still maintain it is profound. Humorous and funny to say, but truly profound nonetheless.