To those of you who have emailed me about the Hall of Fame contest, I thank you. Thank you for thinking that I really could win. Thank you for your surprise - real or not - that I didn't receive an Honorable Mention. Thank you for being such great friends. That's what it's all about to me - the friendships, the relationships, and the stories that document them.
Here's one of my favorites from my entry.
Journaling reads:
I’m starting to get old enough that my birthdays are making me think more about life. Not joking about my age kind of thinking, but really pondering what I’m doing with my life and if it’s what I want to be doing or what I should be doing. During one recent contemplation, the thought occurred to me that I spend about as much time trying to document my life as I do actually living it. And for a moment, that scared me. Was I wasting my life by living it through the lens of a camera or gluing it down with bits of pretty paper onto other bits of paper? The next day, I stumbled upon this picture - I remember taking the picture, but I didn’t remember Andrew looking as sad as he appears to be. And then I realized that his face was not the only one in the picture. Barely visible, but clearly there, was my daughter on the other side of the window – they were having a ball playing peek-a-boo with each other. And I laughed because I remembered that day and how cute they were. That’s when I realized that documenting the details of my life WAS living it.
