Need more storage.

Google reminds me daily that I need more storage. I’ve yet to purchase more, continually determined to deal with the thousands of emails I haven’t read. When I do set a timer and attempt to delete and sort for fifteen minutes, it’s usually never truly emails that are the problem. My storage is filled with photos of animals. Clients are comforted by photos I take and send of their pets having fun playing, getting their ears scratched and their bellies rubbed. Sometimes, I record audio of cats purring or short videos of my children reading to a pile of blankets on top of a fluffy tail. I don’t like to delete these photos, despite how many of them I have. I remember the smell of their paws, the various textures of their fur and coats, the ways the sun highlights their patches. I remember they were happy and so was I. In a world that I often don’t seem to know how to exist in, these photos help to redirect me to the places and times where my soul was more alive and more peaceful, more aware of the breeze on my skin and more aware of who I really am. When I’m photographing an animal, I’m not worried about my clothes, how I smell or don’t smell, whether my hair was styled or if I remembered to brush my teeth. I’m me and animals typically are ok with that. I never did take many selfies, even after I had children. When a pup wants to sit by me and look right into the camera, I don’t hesitate to include myself in the photo. I think that might be the best evidence in my storage. The grin on my face when a dog is licking my cheek is not forced at all.