A couple of years ago I offered to be the one in the family to organize and digitize my paternal grandparents old photos and slides. Today I finally pulled them out of the box and started sorting through. I was motivated by a Groupon I bought for scanning AND a co-worker whose parents had a house fire last month and lost most everything. But as I started sifting through and identifying people, some of whom I have never met in person but know from stories and pictures, I became grateful - again - for family history. For the roots I come from. To look at people and see similar features or to interact with them and have similar characteristics speak of a history. To share a look or an inside joke is a shared history. All of these things I had renewed gratitude for as I looked at these people who I share a lifeline with.
I've been thinking about it for over a month. Usually, when I'm in it I'm engaged. But this time? I started it indifferent and I've felt indifferent all along. I should have never started. Hindsight is 20/20 they say and they aren't wrong. So when I opened my eyes this morning it was clear. It's time. Time to quit this 365. This is the first 365 that I haven't posted several of the days, the first 365 that I wasn't super excited about, the first 365 that I've quit. I've changed my social media presence and interactions the past year so this is also the first 365 that hardly anyone has been interested in. Is it the topic or my decision to not be as accessible on social media? Or is it some other reason altogether? Well, regardless...I'm throwing in the towel on this one. I can't say if I'll ever do another 365 again. Time will tell and I will know if and when it's time.
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