I spent the evening transferring my blog to another user account since I no longer use the one it was under. In the process I needed to pull up posts to remove erroneous formatting and was faced with the words I once wrote. I was uncomfortable and resisted reading.
I suppose one could speculate on the possible reasons for this discomfort. Although I lived what I wrote, the visceral feelings I had at the time of my writing have faded. As I read some, the memories made me grateful for the life I have now. In reading I am reminded that I am different. I am not who I was three years ago. I have changed.
I have even decided I don't mind using commas in my writing, instead of dots everywhere... :o)
