It seems as though I fight the same battles even after I’m sure I have them won. Day after day, month after month, year after year. I come back to them without even realizing that I’ve met them before.
That’s the nice thing about writing – being able to look back, not just on a moment, but a state of mind. When I do look back, I find that although the battle may be of a similar subject matter, it’s considered and approached in a new way.
I guess that’s what you call growth.
Maybe we live through the same fight every day for the rest of our lives, but every day it’s a little bit different, and how we approach it could be entirely different. That’s how we come to be who we are.