Albeit unsuccessfully and quite sloppily, I published some short micropoetry on Instagram for a good year before I started blogging on my website.
In the last couple of months, as I’ve been trying to chisel down my online presence, I’ve looked at my old writing to see what can be repurposed or grown into something new and better.
During this course, I’ve come upon a bittersweet realization. A lot of my past writing just isn’t salvageable. While I do feel an unpleasant poke in the gut of my ego, I also understand what this means in a positive light.
I don’t think the answer to creating relevant content is going to be found by trying to go back to who I used to be and how I used to think.
According to my own meterstick of quality, I’ve grown as a writer. I’m not at all the same person who started writing somewhat consistently a couple of years ago. I’m not even the same writer who began blogging just a few months back.
Letting go of my old writing isn’t easy for me. In this way, I’m a hoarder. I’ve asked myself why I feel an aversion when it comes to hitting “delete” on the content and, by doing so, freeing up the digital storage space on my devices. The best answer I can come up with is that I’m afraid my inspiration will run out.
What if, someday soon, I don’t have things to write about?
Writing consistently is a challenging endeavor. Putting your work out there into the world already comes with its own uncertainties, and doing it often enough to be a blogger can absolutely dredge up feelings of anxiety.
That said, I don’t think the answer to creating relevant content is going to be found by trying to go back to who I used to be and how I used to think.
Writing is very much about personal development for me.
I want to grow as a person as I hone my skills. I don’t want to stay stagnant. Deleting old content is an implementation of this goal. It’s a reminder to myself that I can let go of how I used to think or what previously mattered to me to embrace the newness of my life.
So, I shifted my focus away from trying to save old content. I delete it when I think it’s not salvageable, and I remind myself that since there is more life to be lived, more content will be discovered.
For me, this faith is a necessary part of my identity as a writer.