Cringe

Some of my essays make me cringe so so bad.

But I can’t delete them because if feels like denying (a version of) myself.

I used to have this Evernote journal from 2014 - 16 that had a lot of musings on work, my relationship and my experience at NYSC camp.

I forgot entirely about it until I was writing this essay. Thankfully Evernote is still alive, so I logged in and read through it. Realized just how much I haven’t changed. But it also reminded of why I publish to the internet.

Otherwise, all of this wouldn’t exist.