Sometimes I read older posts of mine, and I can’t remember having written them; it’s the oddest thing. I remember the feelings, of course, but then I read the words, and it’s like they were typed out by someone else. Someone who understood me intensely, yes, but certainly not me.
That’s been happening a lot these past few days: I’m looking for a recipe, or a reference, and I happen across one of these older posts…and it feels less like a memory than like a letter from a friend, telling me everything will be okay.