It is difficult to fight against a world of constant distraction.

I am always embarrassed by my past self. Because I am so head-strong and voice myself, it is a given that I am wrong somewhere in my opinions because I lack some extra level of experience or perspective which I receive later.

Just a few days ago, when I wrote about how I felt about my current work situation is one of those days where I have gained an extra level of perspective, and I have no doubts that in years to come I will look back at myself prior to that day and cringe.

I try and not let myself hide these days away too much because they are important in their own respect as guide-posts to where I have come from. I leave these blog posts up, even though they may feel detrimental to my perceived image. My letters from 2003-2005 are horrible, horrible things to read for me. I can see how far I have come, even though in the great flow of things since then I couldn't see it on a day to day basis. In fact, I’m damn glad I had those letters in physical form, and that I wrote them. They acted as a kind of blog (this was before blogging went mainstream on the web) to record my current state, and if I didn’t have them, I would have no recollection or no idea what I was like back then. I wouldn’t be able to piece that image together out of old chat transcripts or e-mails from the time. You don’t notice how the daily flow of digital data is changing you.

Your blog is a masterpiece of fine technical writing. I need to comment more on it, but I keep finding myself distracted and tired. It’s hard to come home from a day where you’ve cycled 20 miles and fought battles with crappy Vista computers and then be faced with a wall of text that requires a great deal of consideration to reply to.

My suggestion to you is to do more personal blogging, speak your mind. It’ll leave you a trail of things you’ll regret, but it’s also a trail to show you how far you’ve come.

But yes, I feel your pain.