I love reading through papers I wrote in college and old grocery lists on the back of scribbled recipes. Because, the thing about memory is, you were there. You don't need the whole event spelled out as if you weren't, so half-thoughts posted as status updates four years ago jumpstart memory and start to act as a journal entries.
I just think it's funny, in this age of detachment and a-synchronous communication, we are better equipped than ever to record our lives. And, I know, there's lots of noise out there about how we edit. How we only take photos of the good parts, and leave out the messy hair and disappointing lunches, but, I don't know. I don't think that's such a terrible thing. Because who are we recording for? I can only speak for myself, but I record for myself. So, I don't edit as much as choose how and what to remember.
Maurice Sendak once said that raising a child should be the most creative work you ever do. I think a lot about this. In the context of Edie, but also just about the paradigm shift implicit in that statement. It's easy to believe our lives are monotonous and banal. Shouldn't it be just as easy and as realistic to believe they are eventful, lovely, and sunbathed?