I had errands and holiday shopping to do downtown so I listened to Serial while popping in and out of stores. I walked by the art gallery and saw the latest exhibit in the window: dried flowers tied up in bundles and hanging by strings, flower bundles set out on a tall butcher block, along with petals scattered on the floor. I stopped to get a closer look just as a twenty-something couple walked by. “Whoa, what is that? Is that art,” she said. Her voice was high- pitched and reedy. The guy mumbled an inaudible retort. “Well, I like it.” It was the last thing I expected her to say.
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.