See this blue storage tote? It holds years and years worth of printed pictures of my life. It has been moved from Canada to New York, from New York to Texas, and from Texas to Virginia. It is heavy: very, very heavy.
Every time we move, I say to myself "Self, you need to go through this tote and weed out those pictures!" but I never do it. Over Christmas break, I decided enough was enough. I dug the tote out from our small storage space -- okay, if I am being honest here, Husband dug it out; it weighs a million pounds -- and got to work. Well, if I am being completely honest again, the tote sat in our living room for a few days before I actually opened it. Over the course of a couple days, I went through every picture. Some pictures were from high school--trust me when I say that was a LONG time ago! I had copies of pictures that I had already put in scrapbooks. Why was I keeping those? I had about 25 pictures of Niagara Falls that looked pretty much the same. Who needs that many pictures of Niagara Falls? And, even though I have a deep and abiding love for the Mountains near my hometown, no one in the right mind needs as many mountain pictures as I had in my tote. Toss, toss, toss. At first it was difficult to put pictures in the toss pile, but once I realized that I do not, in fact, need 15 pictures of the Empire State Building, things got easier. When all was said and done, I think I tossed 250-300 pictures.
I still kept plenty of pictures, and maybe one day they will make it into a photo album. But for now they will sit in the tote, which a little lighter, but not by much.