I have a very large amount of photos sitting on my hard drive waiting, actually demanding, to be cropped and processed so that I can post them on my site/facebook/myspace (but not flickr)! I don’t do flickr.
I have some great photos of Blue October when Terra and I went to see them months ago and I also have some kick ass shots of the Nekromantix from their recent show here in Toronto. Not to mention the hundreds of photos of friends and small get togethers that are just sitting around collecting dust on my computer.
I really need to get my act together, process these photos, get them printed and start putting together some photo albums. I don’t think I’ll ever get as far as scrap booking because let’s face it, that takes too much commitment. Besides, all those stickers and crazy scissors? That’s just an accident waiting to happen.
All of these pictures, however, have made me realize how I didn’t take any photos when I lived in Colorado (not including the crappy webcam pictures I took). Colorado was the most scenic place I ever lived in my adult life but all the photos I have consist of the day we got Pandora and the week before I left. Three years of my life remained undocumented. I could say that it was because digital cameras were just starting to gain popularity but if we’re going to be honest here, it’s because it was one of the most lonely times of my life. I didn’t want to take pictures of our undecorated apartment, my expanding waistline or my forced smile.
If I could go back in time I would want to give that lost but desperately brave 25 year old woman a huge hug and whisper to her that her life is going to be amazing in just 5 years. The one thing I learned in Colorado was to appreciate your blessings as they are happening to you. To acknowledge the beauty of your life today, not tomorrow. This is why every night before I fall asleep, I think of how lucky I am to have my friends, family and Gary and silently thank them for making my life so full of laughter and joy.
