I began this comic six months ago and a major theme throughout has been how much I have changed, how much I continue to, and how much further I have to go. As mercurial as I suppose I can be, there are pieces of my self that are constant and immutable.
I think this is hilarious, but I also think it diminishes my previous experiences a bit. I spend too much time focusing on why I like myself more now and not enough on why I should have liked myself just fine then too.
Reading messages from 2011 as my old life crumbled on a night when my new life was so clearly going the way I wanted it to was oddly comforting. Rather than accessing the old hurts, I was putting them to bed.