I had an assignment of sorts at scrapsahoy.com to write an essay. Well, an article really, on photography "tips". So I sat down and wrote. And wrote. And wrote. Found that writing, even the most how-to'ish type thing, can be very theraputic. Brings stuff into focus, sorts it out without you even know its going on. Sort of a win-win situation. Maybe I help someone and in the process, I help me. I got to remember what I didn't know I had forgotten and in the remembering, realized I hadn't forgotten after all (?!). KWIM? Life is like that. Its all there, tucked inside, waiting to be recalled. And this is why I scrapbook. Someday I'll need help remembering what I thought I forgot and in my pages and journals and albums I'll see it and remember.
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