Still Romanticizing It, Unfortunately

My mom was a scrapbooker.

Like, a REAL scrapbooker. She would go to those all-night scrapbooking things with bags full of paper, stickers, scissors, photos, all of it. She was a perfectionist about it too. Every page was intentional. Every little piece had a place.

She is absolutely where I get my creativity from.

We also butted heads regularly because I was nothing like her when I created.

I was all over the place. Making mistakes. Changing my mind halfway through. Cutting something wrong and just working around it. Starting before I really knew what I was making.

I didn’t care if it was perfect. I just wanted to create.

I also was not paying for the paper or stickers ;)

I think that’s a huge part of why the digital world has always made so much sense to me. I can move things around. Try something weird. Delete it. Start over. Break it. Fix it. Change my mind ten times without ruining the paper.

And somehow I made a career out of that.

The more I think about it,

Marketing really isn’t that far from scrapbooking.

It’s collecting pieces. Photos. Words. Colors. Tiny details that probably don’t mean much on their own.

Then you put them together and suddenly there’s a story.

That’s always been the part I love.

The internet gave us more ways than ever to document our lives and somehow we turned almost all of it into content.

I want the blurry photos again.

The screenshots I saved because a sentence hit me at exactly the right moment. The songs I played to death. The places I went. The colors I loved. The things my kids said. The version of me that existed for three months and then disappeared.

None of it needs a strategy.

It just deserves to be kept.

I want that again.

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