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the forest and the trees

One of my summer projects was to start tackling the mound of albums/pictures that have piled up on a desk over the last few fourteen years. Since confession is supposed to be good for the soul, I can now tell you: it didn't happen.
I did start the last week of July. That's a good thing, right? But then came August, which I had determined was going to be my month for NaNoWriMo, so nothing happened last month, either.
And since September first, life has been a little bit busy. Busier than I dreamed it would be, in fact.
So today, my first morning "off" this month, I ventured into the room and started. Of course, I got sidetracked in the process, but I now have one big envelope of negatives, a small pile of discarded pictures, as well several smaller piles of pictures for when I do get around to stashing them.
Meanwhile, my album is currently in the year 2004, though I now have pictures from 1999-2003 that need to be inserted here and there. Organization used to be my friend.
Actually, I am still somewhat organized. I hop from project to project in the most grandiose way possible. Sometimes I even actually complete things.Which leads me back to scrapbooking.
These last 14 years have absolutely flown by. It seems like yesterday I moved to NC, and yet as I look back on the blur of these years, I am absolutely AMAZED at how many things we've done, how many places we've been, how many memories we've made. 2004 was a year of heartbreak for us in so many ways, and yet you'd never know it to look at all the pictures from that year. So whether I'm looking at the forest or the trees, it's still impressive how life and memories weld together to make such an impressive picture.

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