I really love my blog! It’s a funny testament to my evolution. I love looking back and reading my outdated thoughts. Sometimes, it reminds me where I was and how I managed to get through it. It’s like an inside joke because I write super vague details that only I can understand. I know my family knows I have a blog, but they don’t really care haha! I never tell them the details. So when I say I need to snap something for my blog, they just go along with it and don’t ask!

I digress. Running this blog for so long (I’m about to hit 15 years this year! Mind-blowing, I know!), I’ve written thousands of posts and counting! I’ve written them in different phases of my life. I started this blog in my early 20s, and now I’m in my late 30s, nearing the big 4-0! Looking back, I see some posts that don’t really align with where I am now. I’m cool with that; this blog is a firsthand witness to my evolution, to the changes I’ve made over so many years! There are plenty of opinions I expressed before that I no longer stand by or believe. Like how I once said I’d never grow out of my favorites. Turns out, sometimes favorites are like time capsules. They stay in the past, preserved in nostalgia, but they’re not necessarily things I carry with me as I get older.

There are so many series I fiercely loved when I was younger that I just can’t watch or read anymore. I recently shared some adult reads I now enjoy, and honestly, some of my old favorites feel way too awkward. My mindset now is completely different. I don’t like shoujo manga as much—if at all—or at least ones with super young main characters, because I find them unrelatable now. I’m at a stage where puppy love and coming-of-age stories don’t hit the same way. I think my almost senior mind just finds them less interesting. Of course, I’m not shunning any genre or demographic! It’s just not something I crave anymore. I’m at a point where my age does influence my interests. As much as people say age is just a number, that’s not always true. Age is also an indicator of how far you’ve come—literally and figuratively.

Now, I’m not saying I’ve closed my door and turned into some old woman yelling at kids to mind their own business, but life just hits differently now. It’s now very evident in my choices. It amuses me actually. While I find most of my old opinions cringey at best and disastrous at worst, they’re all part of me. Some are gentle reminders of where I was. It’s fun to look back and internally cringe at how goofy, dense, optimistic(?), and even wrong I was, but the good thing is, as humans, we can learn from it. It’s the attitude! It’s why I keep my older posts and why I’m still writing today. This is my time capsule for the whole internet to read! Many manifestos of the things I love!