Light stretched across the crumpled sheets. I stayed in bed sick most of the day. L went to a friend’s house and C rode in the car with D. There would be football later, he said. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The radio drifted in and out. “I’m going to love you till the heavens start to rain.” Another cough drop and two short stories read, I got up, made tea, went back to bed. Found this fortune on the nightstand, “In the end all things will be known.” Or unknown.
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.