I've always found recounting life events stressful. When I meet up with friends I haven't seen in a while and they ask, "How are things?", I find myself feeling choked of any words to describe what I've been up to. Perhaps I live in the moment and try not to dwell on the past. Perhaps I have a bad memory.
Either way, I'm thoroughly enjoying my monthly film diary recaps because they confirm my sanity in believing I've been busy, even though I can't always put my memories into words. And that's why I love pictures.