I found this old blog and I'm staggered with how much more grace I am willing to give past me than I had for myself at the time. I look back on the photos with fondness and affection, wishing I could go back in time and hug her.

I do cringe at how I used to write. It matched how I used to speak, so there's a truth to it in that way. In the past years I've done a lot of unlearning, and as part of that I don't always want to sound pretentious or offputtingly wordy. Though to be fair, I also didn't read a single book for 3~ years after I graduated college.

I'm married now. I'm in my 30's, and I got out of Athens. All of these statements bring me a great deal of joy. I don't struggle as much, and I know myself much better. I've done a lot of work to find peace of mind, and always will need to if I want to maintain it.

I'd like to start doing some kind of photo journal again. It was sweet to look through the one from several years back. 

All the best photos like this make it to Facebook or Instagram. But I'd like to save a few weird ones here like:

Maybe it will help me take better photos. All I have is a full time job, cats and selfies.