We bundled up and drove into town. At the post office, every parking spot was filled. We waited a few minutes for a blue truck to leave then fit our car into the space. I wrapped the little one’s carrier around me, slid him in, and walked inside. Festive silver garland looped along the ceiling and the ladies weighing packages wore either glittery red nail polish or a red sweater. I said hello and we exchanged pleasantries as I wrote out address labels. The little one’s eyes flitted around the room noting the lights, boxes, and holiday cards hung behind the counter. I stood at the counter ten minutes or so, long enough for my gifts to be packed and weighed and to notice how many folks were new or quite possibly just passing through town.
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.