I’ve been quite drawn to Jedda’s weekly exploration of her past writing. She’s grappled with the desire to share those early pieces, despite a natural embarrassment I’m all too familiar with. But there’s a quiet courage in embracing the words we once put to the page; we contain multitudes, every past self a revision in the ongoing work of who we are today. So, while I understand the cringe or hesitation that comes with revisiting old fears, worries, and mistakes, there’s also a ra...
