Sorting old blog posts and many emotions

I have added all my posts from this and last year here, and now it's time to add other writings from the past 18 years or so.

I'm sorting through them now, and I find so many things that bring me joy. I also find how much I've changed as a writer.

I will share most of my old posts on here, some with a note attached because I feel I have to add something about then vs now.

Back then, I wrote a lot about self care, a topic I hardly write about now. I felt drawn to write them then, to help myself take care of my body better. I don't need that inspiration in the same way, I think. Having cancer forced me to listen to my body, and self care is no longer an afterthought.

Other posts are about simplifying, and most of them will end up here. I am passionate about simplifying, and I find that having less stuff means less stress. I don't feel the need to write about it, though.

I do need the reminder those posts are as there are still parts of the house in need of serious decluttering.

I have many blog posts on writing, and on creativity in general, and those, boy, some fill me with tears. I write from the perspective of someone deeply immersed in both, something I don't necessarily feel now. I know how it can feel now, though.

And then there are the fun posts, the blog fests and the plethora of short stories, some I had completely forgotten about. The lists of random thoughts that make me laugh like none other. I could (and can) get so snarky sometimes.

But most of all, these blog posts show me that I'm a writer. That I'm a force to be reckoned with when it comes to words found in strength.

That is why they deserve to be in the light again. That is why I need to take the time to post them, show my work.

It makes me so happy.