day 1 He walked into the kitchen casually, as if he had been doing so forever. His right eye squinted, mouth turned up in a sly grin. Still wobbly but confidently upright, he picked up a teacup from his wood kitchen set. Plopped a felt tomato and lettuce head into the cup. I handed him a wooden spoon, which he dipped into the cup, stirred, and then teetered off again to the soft beat of gold leaf wings. +++++ I'm giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You're welcome to join me. I'd love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we're doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.