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Jul. 20th, 2003 | 03:44 am
mood: blahblah
music: Title: Truly, Madly, Deeply * Artist: Savage Garden

I have become, of late, obsessed with scrapbooking. My spell check says that "scrapbooking" is not a verb, but indeed it must be, for any pastime that involves the archiving of photo memories into works of art must indeed have its own verb to describe it. So scrapbooking it is, and scrapbooking I have become addicted to.

I have always been one to create records, to arrange photos on a page and complete the page with notes and sketches, but never before have I done so to this detail. Photos are framed by colorful coordinating pages, and layouts between pages have color themes that match the archived event. Instead of trying to fit as many photos on a page as possible, two, sometimes three suffice to tell the story, along with scraps of vellum overlaying the page with words. The pages of my scrapbooks now is littered with die cuts and dry-embossed vellum patterns, coordinating papers, and stickers, all acid-free. And I love to look through it. I love to gaze at the pages in my book and show it off to people as if to say "look at me! look at this beautiful history of my life!"

I think, in a way, that scrapbooking has helped me see the parts of my life that are beautiful. In the one I am working on currently, a small gold volume of top load pages (conveniently allowing me to work on one page at a time, which, since I take approximately 45 minutes to an hour per page is a very good thing), I chronicle the history of my dance from January 2003 to the present. Of course, the included competitions so far only span the time from mid-March to the end of June, minus one competition in April, but all in good time, but that is not the significant point. In the pictures from these competitions, I am always smiling, or sometimes smirking as befits the character of the dance, but the pictures never show the blood, sweat and tears that go into my dancing, and that story, in the end seems hardly worth telling. My book focuses on my successes and all but excludes my failures, and that is a lesson I would do well to learn in my dancing. I am learning, slowly, from Jerry who always focuses on what needs improvement over what has improved that it is more important than I ever believed to enjoy success. Acknowledge the failures, but view them positively as someplace from which to go forward. I hope Jerry is learning the same from me.

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