This is good, from Emma Straub in a short post where she remembers she once loved smoking.
“Sometimes it’s nice to remember all the other people one has been. Especially when settling into hard-core middle-age. I love being this me, but I loved being that me, too.”
I think I overwrite my sense of self all the time, which doesn’t do justice to the selves I was also (more or less) happy to be at the time.
