I am so taken by the Project Life scrapbookers who document their lives in weekly spreads, showcasing the extraordinary moments and scenes that make up their ordinary days. It's an incredible commitment that results in amazing memories kept and preserved.
At the moment, I'm also ultra-inspired by the eBook I’m currently editing for Big Picture Classes that showcases some of my favorite “Project Lifers” in action—as they create their weekly spreads and make cool connections for some bonus "insight pages," too. You will LOVE it.
Meanwhile, I also love to joke with a couple of my scrapbooky friends about the "real life" scenes and pictures that no one would ever include in a Project Life album. (It's all about the highlights vs. the lowlights, right?) We often text these pictures to each other with some version of the caption: "Project Life worthy?"
For my friend, a picture of a jar of pickled garlic cloves that her husband consumed right before bed. (No kisses for you!) Or, for me, the mouthguard I wear at night, covered in white calcification deposits.
Real life? Yes. Project Life worthy? Not so much.
And that brings us to this memorable week.
While I definitely experienced many idyllic moments that looked like this:
I also experienced many "NOT Project Life Worthy" moments. And here is the comprehensive list.
1. Walking in on a male colleague in the bathroom.
Missed Photo Op: Nondescript brown loafers with pants pooled around the ankles.
2. Nearly tossing my cookies on a descent into Denver, en route to Spokane for three days of meetings at Big Picture Classes headquarters, aka Stacy Julian's house (see yellow chair above).
Missed Photo Op: Barf bag clutched with two white-knuckled hands.
3. Holding up 2/3 of a full Frontier flight to SLC because I accepted
the help of an overeager suited gentleman who assisted with my suitcase,
rearranging the entire overhead bin in the process.
Missed Photo Op: Me looking over my shoulder apologetically at a long line of impatient passengers.
4. Requesting to be reseated in the front of the plane—in an effort to avoid the airsickness experienced on the descent into
Denver—only to end
up in seat 9E, a center seat, directly in front of the exit row, which
means: a seat that does not recline. Then, the very moment I pulled out the laptop to work on my
editing backlog, having the woman in front of me recline her seat and the gentleman in 9F chuckle and announce: "Perfect timing!"
Missed Photo Op: Me awkwardly hunched over, trying to type on a half-open laptop.
5. Regretting the request made in item #4, which resulted in me spending 95 minutes sitting next to a violently malodorous man sitting in seat 9D, bless his little heart. It is important to note that "sweat wicking" materials, such as those found in many track suits and gym shorts, may pull the sweat away from the skin, but the sweat doesn't just vanish. It goes INTO the fabric. And as such, the fabric should be washed more than once every couple of months.
Missed Photo Op: Me mouth breathing and rubbing scented hand lotion on my upper lip—which didn't work.
6. Invading the personal space of the kind man to my right. It really was so bad that the gentleman in 9F tapped me on the shoulder (completely unprompted) and said, "Excuse me, miss, but I'll lean into the window, so if you want to lean in my direction a little bit, you can. If that helps." I smiled. I leaned. It didn't help. In case you think this was insufferably rude, please note that the malodorous man in 9D did not notice as he was sleeping during the entire flight, apart from the one moment the loudspeaker startled him awake and he grunted and elbowed me in the ribs. To his credit, he kindly apologized before resuming his slumber.
Missed photo op: Self-portrait of two airline passengers leaning to the extreme right.
7. Surreptitiously sticking two very small pieces of a Wint-O-Green lifesaver
in my nostrils to filter the air, which actually worked for a while. (What am I, 12?) Then being startled by a question from the flight attendant and whipping my head up
to respond “Diet Coke, please,” only to have him vaguely notice the
lifesaver shard protruding from my left nostril.
Missed Photo Op: Flight attendant looking down at passenger with quizzical expression.
8. Getting lectured by not one but two flight attendants about putting my electronic devices away in a timely fashion.
Missed Photo Op: Air hostess wagging index finger at unruly passenger.
Sometimes this is all Real Life, too, I’m afraid.