Clean the Vomit off of Your Memories
Eight years ago, I took a picture of my then-infant daughter’s vomit all of the kitchen furniture.
(I have no earthly clue why I thought that was a good thing to remember, but I did.)
Six years ago, I was a few months into my job at Evernote and was happily cranking away on a bunch of projects (big secrets at the time). I had launched Evernote Essentials a few months before and was still reeling from the explosion.
(That was 80,000 sales ago. Still blows my mind.)
Four years ago, I first conceived of a product I wouldn’t create for another three years.
(I launched it almost exactly a year ago).
A year ago, I was writing notes—that I never sent—to a pretty girl I really liked. We began dating shortly after and we’ve been together for almost a year.
(She’s really, really something, you guys.)
Point to all of this?
I have a history book. I can throw a dart at any date in the last 8.5 years and quickly jump to that date in my history book, where I’ll see:
- What I was doing at the time, work-wise
- What I was reading online that I thought was worth saving
- What my then-awesome ideas were (most of them were crap)
And so forth.
Photo album? Child’s play.
My memories have context. I not only see the thing I want to remember, but I can see what else was happening at the time the picture was taken.
I’ll take my personal history book any day. And I outline how to do it in Evernote Essentials.
(Photo courtesy of Sarah Laval)