The versions of me are many.
I have eleven. I say to myself, quickly counting in my head.
Their faces flash across my mind.
In the wake of untold broken open-hearted tearful conversations.
When all was said and done, each one more friend than foe.
Privileged to know them.
Excited to meet the rest.
How many more can I add to the list?
Relishing with glee, all those that will arrive.
Heart light, eyes wide.
An intention I never expected my future to hold.
What a gift it is to grow.