Mydigitallife [2021] -

We talk a lot about curating our online presence—the highlight reels on Instagram, the polished GitHub portfolios, the LinkedIn recommendations. But what about the other digital life? The raw, unedited, unliked, unshared one. The desktop full of “untitled” documents. The 3 AM Google searches. The memes saved to your phone that you’d never admit to laughing at.

We need to stop treating “digital decluttering” like Marie Kondo for screenshots. Some things should be deleted—old passwords, cringey tweets, 17 copies of the same meme. But other things? The weird, incomplete, unshareable artifacts of who you used to be? Those deserve a real archive. Not a public one. Not a performative one. Just a quiet, encrypted folder labeled something honest. mydigitallife

So here’s my long-winded point:

I found a PDF of my 2010 tax return, a photo of my passport from 2015, and a text file with passwords written in plain text (yes, really). Past Me was reckless. Present Me is horrified. I spent the rest of the night running malware scans and changing credentials. Your digital life isn’t just memories—it’s a liability. Treat it like one. We talk a lot about curating our online

Facebook Messenger logs from 2012 with someone whose last name I can’t recall. We talked every day for three months. Now I can’t even remember their face. It was unsettling—not because I lost touch, but because the intimacy felt so foreign. Digital permanence makes ephemeral friendships feel heavier than they ever were in real life. The desktop full of “untitled” documents