The past.

People always say the words, "The Past" like it's a bad thing. I just spent about 15 minutes just skimming through my old posts. I love it, I can't believe I actually "left" - this feels so much more personal. Yes, there were memories in "The Past" that don't exactly bring up a smile, but they make me realize how much I'm growing. They also remind me that regardless of how much I grow, there's always that one part of me that remains the same. (Sounds a little stupid now that I just read what I typed, but it makes complete sense to me). I should go out and make my life a little more interesting than normal, huh? So I can blog all about it! :)