Your phone is full. Your phone is full. Your phone is—
Oh, hi friends!
My phone is perpetually full. I get a little pop-up every hour telling me it’s basically on life support, and that perhaps I should delete some of my 15,000 photos.
So last week I triaged this helpless piece of electronic trash, and started to go through my photos and erase doubles and screenshots and junk I won’t need again.
But a funny thing happened: the further back I went, the more I got sucked into the timeline of my own life. Suddenly, I was grateful for the silly photos of food or my feet. I scrolled past a lovely summer. I scrolled past a memorable year. I scrolled through another year. I scrolled past tragic moments, and thrilling ones. Early morning races and snowy parks and trips to Kenya and Switzerland and mundane photos of my apartment. I kept scrolling and remembering so intently I forgot that the whole point was to erase some of them, to make room for new images and new memories.
So I did that, too. But I was glad to have scrolled.
Come on in, the igloo’s fine.
Photo by Jon Garrison on Unsplash
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
In my musical theater writing workshop we talked about Cole Porter’s “You’re the Top,” which is incredibly complex in its rhyming and ideas throughout. And yet so so so catchy and memorable. Listen to man himself and smile here.
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Thanks, as always, for reading.
Love, Kara