One Apple A Day #939 - they are all coming home
There are many versions of me.
Some of them I don't even know myself.
You may know one or more of them.
I remember moments where two of the many worlds I lived in met, and people close to me were trying to reconcile these different versions of me. My family couldn't believe I was the same person my friends or colleagues were talking about. And vice versa.
I don't know if it's the same for everyone.
For me, it was natural to mould and adapt myself to new environments. Sometimes it was also a way to express part that I felt I could not in the existing ones.
And they are all me. Each different version of me is a part and all of who I am at the same time.
However, lately, I began to reclaim all these versions. Maybe because I'm getting older, but I feel they are all naturally coming home.
I feel as if, for years, I stretched myself, loosening the grip between all these parts of me, so now they can come back and assemble in the most natural and authentic shape.
Some times, I surprise myself.