Sometimes you need to write but things are just the way they are: good. I mean, not by writing you're going to do something, neither am I. When this need comes, you have two options: re-read what you have written, reload your life as if it was tangible, or from scratch, try to rewrite former words in the same essence. But why does this need come? Why staring at yourself losing time for no news?
It is because of the suspicion that when you rewrite something, you will notice a change in your own speed. Maybe you're saying identical ideas, but you find your attitude is not the same. So how come that, given the same life, you behave more peacefully with things so important? While writing, you get to this thought, and it itself contains the answer: because everything can be rewritten, despite a story cannot be changed.
That's not substracting value to the circumstance. I'm only weighting the fun for the fact that you may be giving so much intensity to your writings because you have never played with them. When it's not the first match, it is still a match, but your muscles feel trained, so let's start enjoying with this ball that is memory; leave everything aside, leave aside the field.