Over the last couple weeks I’ve embarked on a new project that is turning out to be quite the doozy. Everyone has the thought of doing this, but I’m guessing there are only a handful of people out there that have actually gone through with it to completion. I bet there are a lot of you out there that have also started this, or at least thought about it, but never finished…
I’m of course talking about taking all of those old photographs from your parents/grandparents, and scanning them into a digital format and backing them up to the cloud, cause god forbid a fire or flood wipes out all of those precious family memories.
I started this project a couple years ago when I took a box of my parents old photos in search of a few photos I could use while creating the slideshow video for our wedding, but never really got very far with scanning them. I also had in mind that I was going to scan them in at super high resolution and clean up all the dust specs and creases and stuff in photoshop, but that is extremely unrealistic. Instead I’m just scanning them in at their native resolution at 300dpi. I doubt anyone will every want to print extra copies of any of these photos, and if they do, they aren’t going to blow them up larger than the size they are already in, so I think we’ll be ok.
But the fact that I’m scanning all of these photos is not the purpose of this post, the purpose of this post is to basically apologize to my parents for being such an angsty, unappreciative, asshole, when I was a teenager. I knew I had my moments, as does every teenager, but looking back through some of these photos at the trips we took when I was younger, and seeing how utterly miserable I look in 80% of them, made me feel terrible.
My parents had the means to take us on these cool trips like the Bahamas, mule rides to the bottom of the grand canyon, weekends at the lake in Wisconsin, Tennessee, etc., and it seems like I didn’t even try to have a good time. I mean we took mules down to the bottom of the freakin grand canyon, how cool is that? But I’m sure, at the time, all I was thinking about was how I wanted to get home and not be on vacation with my parents…. but why? What was so good back at home? That trip was in August of 1999, so the summer before my senior year of high school. Maybe I was mad I couldn’t be hanging out with my friends, but my parents even let me bring a friend with us on the trip… I can’t recall if I was dating someone at the time or not, but I don’t think so, I think that ended before senior year, but I’m not 100% sure. But either way, let’s be honest, it was a high school relationship and shouldn’t have matter enough to keep me from having a good time on an awesome trip.
And it wasn’t just that trip that I look miserable in, it’s a lot of these, even going back to like 8th grade. What was I doing in 8th grade that made it so miserable to be around my family?
I have a great family, but apparently it took me until I was older to realize just how great they all are. I get along just fine with both of my brothers even though I joke sometimes that if we weren’t brothers we probably wouldn’t be friends, but that’s only because we’re pretty different people (and I’m sure they’d say the same about me). But that doesn’t even matter, because we are brothers and I couldn’t ask for anything more in two people. And my parents, my parents are two of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. And I know that I’m not just being bias because they are my parents, all of my friends have the utmost respect for my parents and think they are great people as well, so there’s something to be said about that.
I really do think I hit the lottery when it comes to my family, which is why I look back at these pictures and see how miserable I seem and just have to ask myself, why…
I know I still have my moments where I get disgruntled and seem to be a bit “sulky”, but I’m genuinely never having a bad time if I agreed to go somewhere or do something. Most people that know me know that if it’s somewhere I am truly against going, or something I am against doing, I’m just not going to participate. But if I’m there, if Celeste wants me to go somewhere, I will go and nine times out of ten end up having a good time.
Which brings me to my biggest regret in life to date…
For some reason I decided I didn’t want to go, and missed out on an amazing opportunity to go with the Buell family on a sailing trip around the British Virgin Islands… who passes up a once in a lifetime trip like that? Well, I did. And I don’t even have a good reason for it other than I’m not a huge fan of water, as in swimming… that’s it. I missed out on a trip that I would have remembered for the rest of my life because I didn’t want to get wet.
I have other big regrets (like buying various cars when I shouldn’t have gotten rid of the one I had), but I will remember that trip for as long as I live as the trip I passed up for no good reason.
And now that I’m an adult, with a daughter of my own, I have a feeling karma is going to come back and bite me in the ass in the form of an unappreciative child who doesn’t want to go on vacation with her parents. But I’m hoping Celeste has enough good karma to sway the needle towards the positive side, but we’ll see.
I know most teenagers go through the phase when they don’t like their parents, I just wish I could go back and tell my past self to enjoy the days of not having a ton of responsibilities and just enjoy yourself because you’ll be an adult with your own problems sooner than you think.