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      <title>About Old Posts</title>
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      <description>Over time I am going to start bringing in older and older posts from my old blog, &lt;em&gt;dot unplanned&lt;/em&gt;. I took much of it down several years ago during a big web reorg, but I want to start putting some of it back in place. It&amp;rsquo;s me, in one way or another.</description>
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<p>&ldquo;You are under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.&rdquo;<br>
— Alan Watts</p>
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<p>I just put in a little treatment for old posts:</p>
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<p>Over time I am going to start bringing in older and older posts from my old blog, <em>dot unplanned</em>. I took much of it down several years ago during a big web reorg, but I want to start putting some of it back in place. It&rsquo;s me, in one way or another.</p>
<p>For a long while I didn&rsquo;t think much of what was in there. I guess that was a product of not thinking of myself as a dynamic person. I was just me, had been me, continued to be me.</p>
<p>I am not going to claim any transformational moment or conversion. I just know that one day I went to look something up I had written years earlier and realized I didn&rsquo;t completely recognize the author.</p>
<p>At that particular moment the things that jumped out at me were my coarseness and my anger. Strange to realize that the very first entry I ever wrote in <em>dot unplanned</em> was some time in 2002. I&rsquo;d been out of the army for less than five years, and the year previous had contemplated getting recalled to duty.</p>
<p>The version of me writing in 2002 was still angry about what I&rsquo;d experienced, felt deeply uncomfortable around people for fear of being judged, and still talked the way I&rsquo;d learned to talk to get along in the barracks.</p>
<p>When I play the &ldquo;this is to then as then was to &hellip;&rdquo; game I realize that I am to the person writing in 2002 as that person was to me at nine years old.</p>
<p>Those old posts have been with me the entire time, though. Once I realized how much value they had for telling me where I&rsquo;d been, and for making me sit with the discomfort of decades-old ideas and behaviors I&rsquo;d once thought just fine, I started looking forward to the &ldquo;on this day&rdquo; reminder I got from the journaling tool I put them all in. Each day provides an opportunity to look back. Some days I remember exactly what I was thinking, other days I have no idea and would have bitterly denied ever talking that way or thinking that way.</p>
<p>Whatever turns up, I own all of it. That treatment at the top of those older posts is not so much an excuse as it is a reminder.</p>
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