Barefoot in the kitchen. Whistling tea kettle on the stove. Black tea with almond milk and sugar. The neighbor’s chainsaw cut into logs. It cut further into the afternoon. Into the stillness of words. I thought to make soup or bread. But sat instead on the living room floor, hunched over the computer trying to see my way through a short story. After minutes of this, I stood up, walked back to the kitchen and arranged the new flower portraits on the table. You know, to let the ideas in.
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.