MOC9 DAY 2 Why I Scrap Memories
The reasons I scrap are memories.
The Lilypad Collab It's About Time Tomorrow
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The Lilypad Collab It's About Time Today
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Miss Fish Templates Threepeat Template
Created in Affinity Photo on iPad
Memory is a very fickle thing, and that is why I scrap. You may think you will always remember, but in reality you won’t, for any number of reasons. I had so little to document my childhood that when I was expecting in 1999, I decided I would record keep for her so she would never have to wonder about the smallest thing. I was detailed, accurate, and up to date for her first three years. Then her little brother came along. Things just seemed to fall apart after that. It was hard to do anything with two kids. I got behind with a new baby, a toddler, and a new job. Then I started scrapping whatever inspired me. I really fell in love with scrapping then. I did it because I enjoyed it, not because I thought it was something I needed to do. I met numerous other scrappers and flew to the USA three times to meet friends from an online forum. I had a scrapbooking friend from Australia stay a week with me. These online friends were a bond I thought would never be broken.
Then I had a serious medical emergency. I had 3 sudden cardiac arrests and needed resuscitated. Essentially, think ‘full crash cart response in a medical drama’. Upon coming out of my coma I found out my memory was affected. I didn’t know any of the basic questions asked. Remember, I said memory is a fickle thing. I lost three entire years of my life, my kids lives, and various other blocks of time. It was frustrating and heartbreaking to look at photos and not know who, when, where, why. I experienced tremors badly and found paper scrapping just too difficult. I was done scrapping, I would do it no more.
A few months later my cardiologist said I needed a hobby. Friends suggested digital scrapping, and the undo button became my best friend. I can just undo whatever I need to if my hands shake. I get frustrated, I cry, I laugh, I rejoice, and I continue to document. I get memories recorded and documented before they fade away. The memories may fade away but looking at my layouts helps jog my memory. Journaling tells me what I have forgotten. It is therapeutic to review my pages when memory loss has seriously frustrated or depressed me. The reason I scrap today and how I scrap today, is so different yet still so similar as to why I started to scrap all those years ago. Scrapping is my way of making a memory permanent.
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