If who I was wasn’t recorded somewhere I would forget who I was.
Sometimes I search my old gmail chats or hotmail/yahoo emails from years ago. Conversations reveal a carefree, engaging me. They reveal rich relationships.
Sometimes I forget how close I was to certain people.
I forget how amazing a time period was. I forget that I really did accomplish things.
When it’s all written down or pictured or laid out before me, I see it and remember again. The blur of my memory is comforted by the record of what really happened.
And that’s why I like the Facebook timeline.
Remembering who I was helps me realize what I can take with me as I build who I’m going to be.