Like most of you, I am overly critical of my own work. Everything that I wrote two years ago makes me cringe today, and everything that I write today will likely have the same effect two years from now. In the past I have been discouraged by this, but as I get older I realize this is why I must continue to write. If I scoff at how foolish yester-me sounds, it must mean that I'm getting better, or wiser. I must produce the best work I can in the present, and look forward to the progress that the future indubitably holds.