I’m not ready for this.
I have not looked at my old writing in years. Years. It’s just too painful. Too much cringing. Too many tears. Too much confusion and regret.
But… *sighs* I know it’s good to read one’s old writing to recognize how far one has come. So I pulled one of the many binders full of stories from my shelf and, with much caution, took a look at my stories of long ago…