Revisiting some short poems I wrote eight years ago makes me think about how much I changed.
Some parts of me remained, but some I’ve learned to let go or perhaps suppress because they are not needed anymore. Yet, those same parts have helped me become who I am today and write the things I do now.
Probably, it’s really what it is when you’re growing older, going through regular pruning so that you continue to flourish.
Letting go of childish things could make us productive in ways we used to dream of and say, “When I get older, I will do it.”
But I still haven’t done much (or so I think). Not yet.
jessa 