Today I erased my old self. 

Literally.

I took everything that had my old identity and ran it through a shredder. This is quite an odd moment. All it takes is a couple hours and a piece of paper and poof, I have a new name. A new me. When you type my name into my works database, I no longer exist.

In a way, over the last decade I have become a completely different person so it kind of suits me. People that knew me 10 years ago are stunned when they meet me today. 

How could I be so grown up? How could I be so... good at nearly everything? I have heard on more than one occasion, you are not the same person I met 10 years ago. Not even a trace of her. Which is a good thing but at the same time, I fought to become the woman I am...

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