Damn. My notes over the years are the only that gives me insight into who I was and what I cared about back then.
Every once in a while I boot up a 15 year old Evernote archive or scroll through my Notes.app to get a new glimpse into the things my younger me was up to. It's often endearing, and it also reminds me of how much I will forget about myself in another 10 years, yet these were the things that I spent my free time doing, and this person used to exist. I feel like an archaeologist into my own life.
Even my most technical notes are laced with the residue of my character that I can see myself in.
I'm super sentimental though. I could scroll back to an ancient journal entry and probably make myself tear up if I consider it long enough.
I feel like this too. I remember one time I came across a stack of notes (the throwaway kind I just write to help me learn) from school and I read through them, it made me very nostalgic. Especially reading homework set by teachers who have since died.
It actually did make me tear up a bit.
I even feel nostalgic and tearful looking at random doodles on a piece of paper that I did during my first job many years ago.
That feeling of being an archaeologist in your own life really resonates, like rediscovering forgotten versions of yourself, preserved in the syntax of old thoughts
Every once in a while I boot up a 15 year old Evernote archive or scroll through my Notes.app to get a new glimpse into the things my younger me was up to. It's often endearing, and it also reminds me of how much I will forget about myself in another 10 years, yet these were the things that I spent my free time doing, and this person used to exist. I feel like an archaeologist into my own life.
Even my most technical notes are laced with the residue of my character that I can see myself in.
I'm super sentimental though. I could scroll back to an ancient journal entry and probably make myself tear up if I consider it long enough.