My old writing is so precious.
It's raw.
It's real.
It's untainted.
It's fully innocent.
There is no agenda.
No hidden message.
It's unbiased.
It's pure.
As I read through my old writing from well before the blogging days, I realize how honestly I recounted everything. I absorbed every detail. I was observant. There was no trying to convince anyone of anything. There was just writing for me and from my soul.
This is my best work.
I am finding my way back to that.
