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Do you ever find yourself reflecting on previous versions of yourself and wishing they would just cease to ever have existed and disappear? 

We all have haircuts, fashion statements, and past-loves that we regret and want to crop out of photos ("un-tag" is the thing to do these modern days, I suppose). I challenge you to find me the person who looks back at themselves at 14 years-old and doesn't cringe a bit. Sometimes it's easy to just shrug your shoulders and sigh, dismiss it to youth and inexperience and let it go. Other times it sticks with you like a bad taste in your mouth.

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Today I looked back through my old blog posts, things that 18 year-old Erin thought and felt, and had to try really hard not to be ashamed. I had to remind myself that I had written those things and felt comfortable sharing them in the evermore of the Internet. I still deleted all but one.

With a clean slate and a different frame of mind (I am by no means "mature" at 22, but I certainly not as image-obsessed negatively as some versions of myself), I decided to try my hand at writing a blog again. I've been dipping my toes in the waters of writing again but find my hand cramping as I struggle to journal out all my thoughts and feelings at the end of the day. Typing takes much less effort, and the muted tap of a MacBook keyboard is pleasing to the ear.

So here we are, again. Let's see what happens.