documenting a different sort of life
Every year around this time I begin to think of ways to creatively document my holiday. I have a tiny family consisting of one other person, my husband. Sure I have quite a large extended family with whom I am extremely close, but we don't always spend the holidays together. Since choosing a life sans offspring I have had to endure many tactless comments surrounding my memory keeping such as: "I would never spend so much time/and or money on something if I wasn't doing it for my family (meaning children), that just seems selfish." Or, "you mean you just scrapbook yourself." Or, "what are you going to do with all of those books when you die?" That's my favorite.
First, while I acknowledge that I am in the minority here, there are a handful of other scrapbookers who devote their energies to recording their own lives like Kelly Purkey and Shimelle. Definitely two ladies who inspire me a great deal. Although my life differs from theirs...they are both great travelers, and me, not so much. The fact remains, we are all currently living life minus kids-and yes, we scrapbook for ourselves and count our friends, husbands, pets- as family.
Second, I choose to spend my disposable income on paper that I will use as a tool to tell my very own stories which are just as valuable as any...maybe even more so since they come directly from me. I don't use the word selfish very much since that isn't a great concern of mine. I am troubling no one by spending my time or money on myself. Guilt is a non-existent part of my life-at least when it comes to scrapbooking.
Third, I am not the least bit concerned what will happen to my books when I die. They will probably end up in the garbage. I am inclined to believe that many of the books made so lovingly for children will no doubt suffer a similar fate. The thing is- we can't know who will care or not care for our books. Perhaps mine will find their way into the Smithsonian:) or become a bit of an old timey storybook for a young girl also struggling with chub, glasses and a propensity for run-on sentences. Maybe it will just turn to dust in an attic somewhere.
When it comes to documenting my life I intend to do it my way. I care about the process of telling my stories, incorporating my pictures and playing with paper. These activities fill me with joy and appreciation for life. That is why I do what I do. To acknowledge the deep and abiding gratitude I have for this life that I am leading RIGHT NOW. To pay attention to the people and things that surround me and the everyday miracles that abound.
What better reason is there than that?
Posted by bananafish at 10:40 AM