I’ve written a lot of posts over the years about how the posts I write today may very well be terrible in the distant (or near) future simply because of individual growth over time. Lately, I’ve been grappling with the decision to leave my old writing up on this website, available for any and all eyes—do I really like that my current reflections about science, media, and more are filed next to school recaps, novel excerpts, and terrible first-draft short stories from when I was thirteen?
No. Definitely not the biggest fan.
However, whenever I begin going through old content to archive it, I struggle to follow through. I used to cringe reading old blog posts (and I still do a little bit), but I’m increasingly realizing that I wouldn’t be the kind of writer I am today without drafting through all those posts. I never intended this blog to be a portfolio—I started a proper one of those this year—and with every dive into thoughts of my younger self, I’m even more grateful for the time I spent capturing bits and pieces throughout the years.
Even when looking at non-blog things I’ve worked on over time, I’m learning that it’s important to look at my past self with a kind eye as much as I can—in many cases, she was doing the best she could with what she knew and had at the time. And the best I can do now is thank her for putting in the effort, and move forward putting in more.
So, with that, here’s a little time capsule in honor of it being seven years since my overzealous teenage self decided to create this blog.
independence, self-care, & a summer in San Diego
on human evolution & how to tackle an ever-growing list of projects
little changes, anticipating a new chapter to come
the importance of scratch materials
a story, recounting progress
musings on missing (fictional) letters