In going through my home I've found work that I hadn't thought about in years. My living room floor has collected quite a little pile of old work that I'm just not sure what to do with. (Some) of my old work has reached the point that I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to claim it, yet there's a strange disconnect now in looking at my at most of my old work where I wonder why I thought this work was important enough to envision, create, and complete. Yet it's still important because it is the work that has brought me to my current work. How much time will pass until I feel that same disconnect with my current work?