Welp. It happened. Accidentally, but it happened. I wrote a blog post that was basically the same as another one I’d already written.
This isn’t exactly new—I’ve always known I circle around the same ideas: Mess. Fear. Scrappiness. Technique. Persistence. Grace.
But who knew that I’d play myself by plagiarizing myself.
On October 21, 2025, I published Sketch—a post I was genuinely proud of. It came out like most posts these days: a little morning routine, a little procrastination, and then… done.
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Sidenote: It’s getting harder to keep writing these. As of this post, I’ve published 195 in a row. Lately, I’ve needed more and more carrots to keep going. Anyway. Back to the post.
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Over the weekend, I added a little upgrade to the site: an auto-linker that detects words in a post and links them to their relevant topics.
Like “reps.” ← (That one was automatic. Fancy, I know.)
That enhancement is what tipped me off. The word sketching was pink. Which meant: auto-linked. Which meant: it already had a post.
Sketching. Published August 13, 2025. Over two months ago.
And wouldn’t you know it—it covered almost the exact same ground: Roughing things out. Webflow’s Interactions. A Disney/Pixar example. It even ended with a nudge toward movement.
Sure, the October post went deeper. Wider. But still.
After that realization, the feeling of being a cliché broken record surfaced.
An embodiment of someone older, starting a story with:
“Back in my day…”
…only to be cut off by:
“Yes, grandpa! We know! You’ve told this story a million times!” (cue extreme eye rolls)
I think there’s a specific kind of shame that hits when you realize you’ve repeated yourself publicly. However, once I let that cringe settle—I remembered something else.
Somehow that double post triggered a double take.
After I allowed that cringe to settle, I remembered something else. A video I’d seen recently. One of those “this was exactly what I needed” kind of videos.
Uploaded just 10 days ago, by the maker and Janitor of LA herself, Laura Kampf.
Titled: “I uploaded 500 Videos…here is my best advice.”
It’s a breakdown of her breakthroughs—a 10-year reflection on making and YouTube-ing.
In it, she shared this line:
“It’s not boring repetition. It’s building your style.”
Repetition refines your language. And in doing so, it cultivates your aesthetic. And to be honest, I’d rather authentically repeat myself rather than making something I don’t care much about, just to avoid being repetitive.
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Sidenote: If you’re someone who needs words of wisdom to keep going—Go watch the video. Seriously. Okay. Back to the post.
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Somehow, remembering that video—remembering her words—helped me feel a little more okay about ripping myself off.
I’m not at a creative dead end. Not a washed-up has-been, stuck going where I’ve already been—looping through the same thoughts on repeat.
No.
I’m deepening the exploration. Revisiting the things that hold my gravity. The things at the core of who I am.
Because I’m not saying the same exact thing — I’m saying it now. With different eyes. With more lived experience. With less posturing. With more truth. The words might echo. But the weight has changed. I’m not copying myself. I’m confirming who I’ve become.
(At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.)
So maybe I’ll follow my own advice. That it’s not just okay—but sometimes essential—to dupe it (and go). Not every post needs to be a masterpiece. Not every idea needs to be new.
They’re just artifacts. Proof that I’m still trying. Still listening. Still finding—and refining—my voice.