Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. – Thich Nhat Hanh
There’s this huge box that came into existence in 2003, I believe. I know that it lived in the hall closet when Amanda and I lived over by the fairgrounds. It has since moved with me to two other apartments and two houses, and has never been opened. It is labeled simply “Scrapbooking Stuff.” I haven’t touched it because I know what’s inside. A huge mess of unorganized photos, cards, ticket stubs, etc. The idea of actually getting it in some sort of order is… horrifying.
However, the idea of moving it to yet another home in the same state it’s in now was also horrible. So… while I had the packing bug, I decided to tackle it. Three hours later (and a grocery bag full of recyclables, plus whatever had to be tossed), I was done. Exhausted, but done.
And now, you get to reap the benefits. You see, while I was opening every card (and tossing the ones that simply said “Love, YOUR NAME HERE” inside) and filtering out what pictures really needed to be kept (most of them, though some people actually got erased from my life last night) and so forth, I made a little pile of pictures of myself that made me smile for some reason or another.
I told Prince Charming that if he still wanted to marry me after he saw these pics, we were good to go (insert Taco Bell commercial hand gesture here). They’re in a rough sort of chronological order….
Well, there ya have it. Pics from the early 1980s to 2002. Most of the good stuff since then is already posted on this site, somewhere. Try the “pics” tag.