I had been thinking about the idea of time and what to do with it. Often, I wanted to throw myself into it. Roll down a grassy hill, run into ocean waves, or climb a mountain. There were other things too. That writing workshop in Italy. Always a trip to the southwest. Going anywhere with my camera. Those were big dreams. To tackle time in some physical way. Earlier I did none of them. Instead I chased the little one from room to room, baked bread, and cleaned the sink. I’m sure there was more. Certainly, there was more. Sandwiches, eggs, tiny pieces of cut fruit. But what struck me the most was earlier at dinner when L said, the time is now, now is the time. Our doing and undoing. Life without subtitles.
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.