Oh, hello, old self

Logging into this blog for the first time in a couple of years, I noticed that I've written a lot of bad content. I see a lot of hubris in it, especially in posts where I'm trying to make a point. I see someone who was so sure of himself--so confident that he was right. 

I've got new eyes now. I'm less sure of most things, and more sure of a few things that really matter. I've learned to love a little better. My old confidence has crashed into many new ideas, learned about the absolute validity of others' experience, and given way (on a good day), to a softer, more open me.

I didn't realize it then, but I sort of hated myself. Well, hated certain things about me. Tried desperately and unsuccessfully to change them. Now I'm a little more chill. I'm ok with me. In the no man's land between "be yourself," and "be a better version of yourself" I've found a sort of balance. It's shifting and not always stable, and I like it.