The Past is Blocking My Writing

So I am having the most interesting of writers blocks lately.

It is one that is not so much a box, more so a web.

I am able to write and outline my stories.

I am able to be around others to workshop my stories.

I have time to write, outline, workshop these stories in a comfortable environment.

What I am unable to do is to find a fragment of my past.

Prose from the past is impeding my future.

I cannot find it in my web of computers.

I cannot find it on the internet.

I cannot find it in email.

Somehow I cannot continue to write unless I review the past.

But I am writing, yet my heart yearns to read it again.

I have found other writings, but this one was from a younger woman.

Someone who like now had ample time to write and attain critique.

Do I want to be her again or do I want to just do a quick review of the past?

I do not miss the past for it is only odd that I crave it now.

When the pen cannot go across paper fast enough.