I Was Done by Sunday Evening. — anuncio de Helen Dawson

If you've been putting off a box of old slides because you've been imagining it as a huge project — I want to tell you what it actually felt like when I finally sat down with mine. It was a Sunday evening. About eight o'clock. I'd made a cup of tea and run out of reasons to put it off. I had no idea if I was going to manage it. I just thought: if I don't start tonight, I'll find another reason not to next week. Every option I'd looked at before had made this feel harder than I thought I could handle. They made me feel like this was a task for someone more technically patient than me. So the box had sat there for 3 years on a shelf in the spare room. What I eventually found was nothing like that. There was no software. No setup. You slide the film in, press a button, and the photograph appears on a screen in about three seconds. Then you do the next one. That's it. By nine o'clock I'd done most of the first box and hadn't once felt like I was doing it wrong. By half nine I'd finished it. I made another cup of tea and kept going. What surprised me most wasn't what I found in the slides — though there were things in there that stopped me completely, photographs I'd never seen, moments that had been in that box for forty years waiting. What surprised me was how little it felt like the project I'd been dreading. The kind of thing I found myself looking forward to the following week. I'm telling you this because if you've been putting it off because of how you've been imagining it, the article below might change how you're thinking about it. Here’s the link: https://sale.memoryvaultbox.com/procrastination-slide-inheritor P.S. — I'd told myself I needed the right weekend, the right mindset, the right level of energy. What I actually needed was a Sunday evening and a cup of tea. The article below is worth reading before you decide when you're finally going to start. P.P.S. — There's a photograph somewhere in my parents' collection of my mum at about thirty-five, laughing at something my dad must have said. I found it on that first Sunday. I've looked at it almost every day since.