My life would be easier without photography.
It may not be as well-remembered, but it would be easier.
Hmmm, without photos:
- I wouldn't have guilt over scrapbooking (or should I say, NOT scrapbooking?)
- I wouldn't get overwhelmed by the thought of ORGANIZING 10 million digital photos from the last 11 years (give or take).
- I would never have a reason to think about how to hold my head "just so" to keep my face from looking fat.
- I wouldn't have to come up with comical, clever little sayings to make my kids give AUTHENTIC smiles. (OK, sometimes I'm pretty funny and crack myself up, but sometimes it's a pain.)
- I wouldn't have to see myself in photos and question the mirror that I look into each morning. (I KNOW my butt didn't look that big in those pants when I looked in my mirror - because if it had, I wouldn't have left the house in them.)
- I wouldn't have to be judged by my photo Nazi friends as I DELETE MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PHOTOS. Do you know how many cute photos I have of my kids? If it's not funny or painstakingly adorable - DELETED!
- I wouldn't have to question my heritage. Was my great-grandmother a Satan worshiping heathen? Because when I look at most photos, I think I have her eyes - fiery red.
- I would get to experience each moment as it actually happens rather than seeing it through a camera lens.
- I wouldn't be irritated that my kids quit being cute RIGHT WHEN I GOT OUT THE CAMERA. Instead, I would just enjoy them being cute.
- I wouldn't have proof of how thin I use to be or how much hair Clay used to have...
Oh wait. I remember why I LIKE having cameras. Proof.
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