Over the next month, I’m going to properly catalog my DigitalLife. Not for productivity. Not for social media. Just for me. I’ll back it up in three places, encrypt the sensitive stuff, and finally rename “New Folder (2)” to something like “Spring 2014 – Almost Happy.”
I’ve been digitizing my existence since 2009—back when “cloud” just meant rain, and backing up meant burning a CD-R. I’ve kept every USB drive, every forgotten blog draft, every cringey forum post under a username I thought was clever. And last night, I finally sat down to sort through it. mydigitallife
My “Photos” folder has subfolders like “New Folder (2),” “Misc,” and “to sort_ugh.” Inside those? Birthday parties, pet funerals, blurry concert photos, and one accidental screenshot of my own lock screen. I spent two hours just renaming things. The lesson? Name your files like a future archaeologist will be digging them up. Over the next month, I’m going to properly
Here’s what I found:
👇 Drop your story below. Let’s make peace with the pixels. Just for me
This is my DigitalLife. And for the first time in 15 years, I’m scared to open it.