I don't know if publishing will ever suit me. I write all the time and cringe looking back. Not because my writing has improved to some point where last week's

I don't know if publishing will ever suit me. I write all the time and cringe looking back. Not because my writing has improved to some point where last week's essay embarrasses me, but because last week's opinions no longer fit me, and it would be too tiring to constantly rebut myself. But perhaps this is the wrong perspective. Maybe I should write as I donate old clothing. It was once dear, but no longer suits my needs; passed along freely hoping that another might find it useful.