I am going to delete my Mailchimp account in a couple of days and the thought of keeping a copy of my old newsletters crossed my mind.
But I won’t.
I’ve made a couple of service and server moves with my blog that gave lost bits of it over the years so I occasionally consider backing it up.
But I don’t.
I sometimes try to go back and write about memories from the past in my journaling tool Day One. I make attempts to capture the day to day events of my life there too and wonder if my family will read it when I am no longer here.
But they won’t.
It’s all flotsam and jetsam. The value is in the process of writing not the created objects. It is the noticing of life as it passes that matters, not any attempts to hold on to it.