Like many people, I take almost all my photos with my phone these days. The phone goes with me everywhere, which makes it quite convenient.
Of course, the downside of the phone going everywhere is that I always risk losing it. I will admit that I am not as diligent about backing up photos as I should be. This weighs on me sometimes, but in the march of daily life, preserving photos falls in the category of “important but not urgent.” Meaning it falls to the bottom of the list.
Occasionally, though, I try to practice what I preach. So I listed “back up photos” as a priority this week, right alongside speaking in Louisville, practicing for a speech next week, doing the pre-construction meeting with the renovation team, and going to my kids’ parent-teacher conferences. When something is on the official priority list, I schedule it in.
And so, this morning at 9 a.m., I commenced on the one hour I had blocked out for photo work. Note that I didn’t set a goal of completion. I set a goal of one hour. In one hour, I made serious progress on choosing the best ones and saving them somewhere I could work with. But it was only an hour. That seemed doable. If I held myself to completion, I probably wouldn’t have done it, because that would have seemed nebulous and overwhelming.
Anyway, it was a pleasant hour. I was looking at photos from late 2015 and early 2016. My kids were so cute! With the older ones, I don’t think of them as changing that much, but there is a big difference between being newly 4 and being 6.5 (as my daughter is now). In late 2015 and early 2016 my 3-year-old was still a baby. I relived our trips, without the hassles of actually experiencing them (there is a photo of us collecting our baggage after the 5-hour flight home from CA – oh my goodness. Even in a still photo you can see that my daughter was throwing a temper tantrum!)
Now I just need to schedule another hour or two, maybe sometime next week. Bit by bit the project gets done. It’s just about deciding it’s worth doing, and setting a time, but setting a limit on it too. I really hope I don’t lose my phone in the next few days (really! knock on wood and various other superstitious things!), but if I do, I’ll be happy that I preserved at least some of the highlights, even if I didn’t get to all of them.
Photo: The now 3-year-old when he had just turned one.