Winter solstice. It was the longest night in the history of Earth. Until, it wasn’t. 1912 was the year. The Earth sped up over the past forty years instead of slowed down. Geologic factors like the moon’s gravity and its tidal pull was part of the story. Still, there was cause to celebrate despite the headline’s initial misreport. Though it wasn’t the longest night in history, it was still the longest night this year. It began with snow and ended with eggnog and snickerdoodles.
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.