Recently, I hesitated to listen to a tape of myself on the radio in the '90s. I thought, "What if I don't sound as graceful as I remember? What if I stumbled over a word or two? What if a CD started skipping on the air?"
I sounded smoother than I thought I had, so my fears were unfounded. Even if any of those miscues had happened, it would be silly to obsess over them now. In all likelihood, I would have been the only person on Earth thinking about them, and fixating on minor errors that happened so long ago would have been like worrying about a test or an essay I turned in decades ago.
I just sat back, listened to my past, and was glad to have the memories.
