I look through archives and pick favorites. I read one, surprised. "I wrote that?" And the "man, I can't write worth shit!" 10th grader inside of me is pleased.
They were written when things flowed. They were written when I was less conscious of my own writing, and more open to allow my thoughts free.
They were periods when opening up the text editor on a nightly basis was not uncommon, even when there was nothing to write about.
And if the post looked like crap, I'd publish post anyway.
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