I am in the process of going through all my old posts, not just from the most recent blog, but also from the very first blog (which probably nobody even remembers, though it wasn’t all that long ago, as I haven’t even been blogging for a year, yet–but, yes, I DID learn how to bring all the blogging together). This is quite the emotional process, but it’s also very strange, to read the words that I wrote such a short time ago. I am astounded by my own naivete.
I am just now getting to the beginning of the posts from my 2nd blog–the one I just shut down. These do not show naivete. These are full of trauma and shock. These posts are actually painful for me to read. I can almost feel myself sinking down again into that space.
At some point I will be through with my little project that feeds very nicely into my anal retentive detail-oriented tendencies. Marking out every reference to Mr. A or T. R. and leaving Mr. X in it’s place.
But won’t it be pretty when it’s done?