in.tro.spec.tion
: a reflective looking inward : an examination of one's own thoughts and feelings
Lately, a number of things have prompted me to look deep inside myself, which is not always the most friendly of places. This is not an exercise of which I am particularly fond, nor one for which I have an abundance of time. What with being a wife, mom, businesswoman, chef, physician's assistant, chauffer, psychologist, teacher's aide, maid and official scheduler, the practicalities of every day life seldom lend themselves to such self-indulgence.
That being said, I am prone to observation. Coupled with a deep belief that there is a divine purpose for my life and that there is no such thing as coincidence, I didn't need a fourth or fifth smack on the back of my head to realize that a little self-indulgent introspection was most likely long overdue. The first three worked quite nicely.
1st Whack
I signed up for Stacy Julian's Photo Freedom class, expecting to download some organizational tips, buy some matching photo albums + scrapbooks, and be on my way. Three months (and 10 of 12 lessons) later, I have completely changed why I scrapbook. A lot of prompting on Stacy's part, and a lot of trust on mine, has resulted in a totally new style: I've evolved from an events/chronological scrapbooker to a story teller. Stacy's class has promoted me to think about the kinds of of stories I want to leave behind.
2nd Whack
Ali ran a great series on her blog about words + photos + stories. If you missed it, it is well worth your time to head over to her blog right now and check it out. Reading the series prompted me to think about the photos I take in relation to the story I want to tell, and to remember that I'm part of the story.
3rd Whack
A Million Memories offered an online class, "The Book of Me". As I filled out the enrollment form I remember thinking, "I'm an idiot. I already have too much on my plate. There's no way I'm going to get to this." Immediately followed by, "Maybe, but Karen Grunberg is teaching it and I admire her work so much. What if I make it a simple book? And focus on the story I want to tell? My story." Karen's class prompted me to make myself a priority in our family's story.
It took me three weeks (and the two previous whacks), but I finished it a couple of days ago.
This morning I realized that it's the third scrapbook I have about me. This not only surprised me; it also made me very happy. Each year for the past three, I've completed a scrapbook with details about my life: my dreams, my fears, my strengths, my shortcomings, my activities, my past and my future.
These scrapbooks are my introspection. A story that deserves to be told. A story that my family will appreciate, laugh at, wonder about, cherish. The good, bad and not so ugly story of a wife, mom, businesswoman, chef...





























