I am far from the empty garden now, fathoms away from “You didn’t have me at hello”-type posts from last summer. So much so that I keep wondering if I should erase those old blog posts, ones I no longer relate to, dashed off in haste, cringe when I think about. And yet I want the path to be clear, the markers to be obvious. There was a path I took to get here, and it wouldn't be fair to make it seem like I was here all along. 


  1. If we all erased the old stuff that made us cringe, only those who don't grow would have a history.


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