Winter here in the hills could feel like being stuck up in a tree house, without a way down. I missed the expansive skies out West, more so in December. Fog enshrouded the neighborhood all day and stayed through the switch to night. We passed the cough, L to C to me. The little one spat out medicine and screamed when I wiped his nose. More eggs and toast landed on the floor at lunchtime. I ate leftover cauliflower and chickpea curry. Later on toast, sliced apples, sunbutter on a paper plate. Sparkling grape juice. Measured in food and sleep, we carried on. I remembered to look up.
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.