In Instagrams, apparently.
In a couple quick thumb through the frequented app, it's apparent I have taken far too many obscure photos, all of which were out of the desire to document, and none of which regretfully do the year justice.
I want to live intentionally. I want to be grateful for what each day holds, whether it was a rainy-and-sick-eat-nothing-but-purple-popsicles sort of day or it was a bright-and-happy-the-flowers-are-blooming sort of day. Whether or not there's a photo posted, I chose to believe that there was something in every day that was worth taking a photo of.
So, here are those few favorites I posted:
How do you measure the past year?