As a writer I tend to focus on my frustrations,tend to focus on what I can't seem to do. I try to focus, that is, on what I'm struggling with at the moment. I'm worried about what's happening now and in that potential next moment.
Occasionally I look back at work I've done previously and it all looks strange. Sometimes lovely strange,sometimes ugly strange.
I'm in a looking back moment now since I might be doing a big (for me)public reading soon. More about that as things firm up.