I am taking the Library of Memories class at Big Picture. My first assignment is to sort all my pictures into chronological order. Last night, I was pulling pictures out of the old magnetic albums and sorting through the other stashes of pictures I have. As I was dismantling my high school album, I felt such a wide array of emotions. I smiled at the good memories, the pictures with friends, the plays and concerts, and awards. I laughed at my youthful follies and cringed at my youthful mistakes. I yearned for my high school figure. Anyhow, it all got me thinking about how I was going to scrapbook those years of my life. Certainly, my perspective has changed. What was so important to me then is so very not important right now. I don't remember even a smidgen of the details. Nor would my journaling contain so much of the teenage angst I show in the tidbits of writing I did then. I just realized how very important it is for me to scrapbook/journal/record our life moments in the now or at least close to it. Otherwise, too many things are just lost.Friday, January 12, 2007
Those bygone days
I am taking the Library of Memories class at Big Picture. My first assignment is to sort all my pictures into chronological order. Last night, I was pulling pictures out of the old magnetic albums and sorting through the other stashes of pictures I have. As I was dismantling my high school album, I felt such a wide array of emotions. I smiled at the good memories, the pictures with friends, the plays and concerts, and awards. I laughed at my youthful follies and cringed at my youthful mistakes. I yearned for my high school figure. Anyhow, it all got me thinking about how I was going to scrapbook those years of my life. Certainly, my perspective has changed. What was so important to me then is so very not important right now. I don't remember even a smidgen of the details. Nor would my journaling contain so much of the teenage angst I show in the tidbits of writing I did then. I just realized how very important it is for me to scrapbook/journal/record our life moments in the now or at least close to it. Otherwise, too many things are just lost.
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On the other hand, there is value in the perspective gained by time/distance. Then you recognize and remember what is really important.
Lindsay,
I just read your blogs. You are amazing and inspiring. I can't even imagine taking the time to find all my old albums, let alone pull out the pictures and put them in chronological order. Plus take a photography class. Plus build my food storage. Plus cook some of that food. And plus keep my house clutter free and do a morning routine! Phew! I think I will go back to doing my usual nothing now. But thanks for letting me in on your excellence!
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