I have writer's block. I wish I was kidding, but here I am sitting in a Starbucks in my hometown rewriting this piece after deleting it and restarting with a whole other topic for the 6th time. And I just took a quality 4 minute break right then to check my phone, only to realize that I don't have any space on my phone for more photos; therefore the First Great Deletion of 2017 has begun.

That got me thinking, how many memories do we delete because we don't find them as important as others? As I go through my photos that I've had saved since my 18th birthday in May, this just keeps becoming more and more pertinent. How do I know that this picture of me and my friends packed in the back of a car won't be an important memory for me in a month or even a year from now? Will a picture of my dog with a snapchat filter prove to be a memory that I should have kept with me in 10 years?

I clearly don't have these answers yet, even though I wish I did. I wish I had 20/20 future vision to tell me if a video of my mental break down in a local coffee shop told through my friend's snapchat using a voice modulator would be useful in the future.

Maybe this is just part of growing up, forgetting the smaller things so that you can better remember the bigger memories in your life. There's really only one thing you have to ask yourself: what will be those moments you will want to look back on? And hey, if you don't know right now, that's fine, I have separate apps and such to save those photos for myself.

There's something that Andy Bernard from The Office said that I think just hits it home for me: "I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them." We may never know when the good old days are, but that's part of the beauty of growing up. If part of that beauty for you is documenting everything, like it is for me, fear not, that gut reaction you have in that "do I delete or not?" debate is usually the right one.