Photographic Memory

Photographic Memory

I’ve always thought it would bee cool to have a photographic memory. I imagine it’s like a better version of how I remember things already. If i”ve learned it from a book, I imagine the page it’s on and find it. If I’ve learned it through an experience, I replay it in my mind. It doen’t work so well with tings I’ve heard though – unless I took notes and then I can just remember where I wrote it. But, to remember each thing perfectly – word for word – not like a glimmer of the past but in HD must be amazing!

Photo Album Memories

I’ve been thinking photgraphically a lot lately as I’ve been sorting through old photos on my phone and even older ones in boxes. I’ve realized something, I’m missing phot album memories. As a child, there was an endtable that opened up and inside were loads and loads of boxes and albums packed full with photos. I loved looking through them and remembering the old times. But now, I have very few physical albums at all and I feel I’ve made a terrible mistake. The joy of looking at you and your loved ones laughing in old photos amplifies your happy memories.

The Wrong “Photo Album”

Memory is a tricky thing. Because sad, bad, or upsetting things often get replayed in our minds they can become outsized and bully the good memories into the back of our minds. I don’t have the physical photos of fun so I often find myslef reflecting and ruminating on things that brought me pain. I’ve got the wrong “photo album” on repeat. Sometimes I can get so caught up in the pain, sorrow or frustration and anger of the current situation that I forget the the good stuff all together. I need to break out the old photos!!!

Rewiring My Memory

I went searching for joy today. I took out my phone and instead of scrolling through social media – I scrolled through my memories. I didn’t do a deep dive since a large portion of my photos are downloaded onto my desktop and some, tragically, were lost with my old phone. But, I did get a chance to look through a few years worth of pictures on my phone. Each time I saw joy I put the photo in an album to remind me of the years of good things I had to be thankful for.  I’m rewiring my memory. I try to focus on silver linings and being grateful, but sometimes life feels so heavy that it seems its always been that way. My trip down photographic memory lane was well worth the trip.

 Looking For Joy

I’ve mentioned before that my mom used to tell me that if you look for flowers you’ll find them and the same is true for weeds. So I’ve decided to look for joy. I’m not going to stop at simply looking around me to notice all the things I have to be thankful for. I am going to dig deep and store up physical memories in scrap books and photo albums that I can take out and peruse whenever I need a boost. My aunt has been telling me to print out pictures for years and I always say I’ll get around to it. Today was my wakeup call. I feel so blessed after looking through just a few years of joy – I am going to find some more! In fact, I have so many book shelves filled with books – I think it’s high time I filled one with memories too.

Philippines 4:8

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

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