I have been so many people throughout my life. I expect the sequence of shedding and revealing to continue, regardless of rate. I’ve been more and less proud of each of these morphologies, and each has respectively incorporated into life more and less well. Certain iterations of my being I feel connected to, living in sync with, while others I have the impression of floating just above the surface like an atom pressed up against another. I’m conjoined in some way, but superficially. Can I maintain just one constant? Can I embrace each transition, each phase, each beautifully novel character? Can I be present enough to recognize these shifts? To watch, admire, breathe into, and smile at each and every one of them. I relish the feeling.