Tonight had been set aside for some light programming for a client and, more importantly, cleaning the shit out of my desk. Of all of the various tasks that involved, going through the massive pile of paper in my in-basket was probably the most daunting. I was about halfway through when I came across the news clipping you see up there.
When I was 12 (1991, in case the photo isn’t clear), I pulled a little girl out of our family pool. She was four. Having not yet become the limelight whore I am today, the amount of media attention I received was — overwhelming. But that’s not why I’m posting this.
As I sat down at my desk tonight, I didn’t expect to find this, or the half-dozen other newspaper articles written about the above event, nor the stacks of photos of myself as a teenager, nor the various old notes and things from my father who passed away about 12 years ago, etc. But, I did.
As I write this, I’m sitting among stacks of paper, photos and other memorabilia from my childhood and young adulthood that’s really taking me back. While it’s unlikely any of these things are going to get swallowed up in some random fire or flood in the next day or two, I’m forgoing all other plans for the night and just remembering. I didn’t plan on it, obviously, but I’m thankful I’m able to push the world back for a couple of hours when it’s called for.
Are you?
(NB: you’d better believe that all of the stuff I’m talking about will be added to Evernote – I practice most of what I preach, bucko.)
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