I was looking through old photos of myself and I realized that version of me was long gone.
I had evolved into something new.
Something more whole.
And let me be clear: I love that old version of me.
The insecurities. The hesitation. The innocence. The ambition.
That was the perfect Justin for that time and place.
But I also love this new me I’ve become.
A little more confident. A little more clear. A little less innocent. And still, unfortunately, very ambitious.
Sometimes it’s nice to look back, but I’m actually pretty happy living in this moment.