I sat on the couch, stared out the window at the peeled off layers of autumn: leaves hustled by wind. The three of us sat down together for lunch. Eggs, tomatoes, peppers. Grilled cheese dipped in ketchup. Buckwheat toast with butter. A culmination of whatever we could pull together in a snap. I changed his clothes and managed to fit him into his snowsuit before he lost all patience with me. They left for work. Dishes packed into the sink. Puzzles mixed and spread across the floor. I walked away. From the pie recipe I jotted down and the squash lasagna and any sort of pull toward the kitchen. I walked into the living room and sat down to write about a character in a story slow to emerge.
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.