The little one walked over to the chair with an open laptop resting on the arm. He surveyed the area. Anyone looking? Not really. He pressed on the keys, soft at first then gradually built momentum before he banged on them like Schroeder knocking out a punk rendition of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on piano. Space bar, space bar, space bar . . . He gave me a sly look and continued to play, his whole body in the dance.
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.