It occurred to me that I didn't take many pictures. Fact is I never take pictures anymore. I became slightly obsessed with training myself to enjoy the moments rather than try to document them as they happen. Now this is a pretty good policy to have, but fuck me, this past year and a half has been fucking awesome AND I HAVE SO LITTLE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE!!!
The camera. Sigh. I am unforgivably critical of every single picture I have of myself. I die a little inside whenever I see a picture of myself. The captured moment spoiled by the blight that is my muffin top, pimple, closed eyes and stupid expression.
But no more!!
I have decided that every single picture I see of myself I will view using hindsight. There will be a time that no matter how bad the picture is, I will absolutely look back and be tickeled as I recall the past moments.
Like this one!!
When I first saw this picture I almost lost my nut and wallowed in self misery that age was catching up with me and I had a double chin. Then I decided to look at this picture through the eyes of 80 year old me. 80 year old me sees a picture taken right after my very first jam in my very first game with one of the top Canadian home teams. 80 year old me thinks this is a pretty awesome picture of a rare moment where I was genuinely proud of myself.
80 year old me is waaaaay nicer.
I hope 80 year old me and 81 year old you are friends.
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