I have long been an advocate of digital memories.
Storage is cheap, fill it up, buy more, and have everything you’ve ever documented about your life available for perusal when you want it.
While visiting my parents, I’ve had a change of mind.
Digital may not be the way to go.
Jordan and I spent hours looking through the picture books my mom laboriously created (and got tired of) creating when I was growing up.
I’ve never felt like (s) crapbooking was worthwhile till now: till I’ve been humbled (heavily, again) and given additional emotional depth to recognize the value of learning from the past and enjoying some time spent in it.
I wouldn’t think to do that if the pictures were stored on a hard drive somewhere. For the exact same reason that I thought digital did better than physical: you can store it all.
Which therefore becomes too much.
And you don’t even remember it’s there.
Don’t turn too much into physical. Curate the best.
But keep memories tangibly accessible.
You’ll thank yourself in 20 years.