He hauled the tree outside, whooshed whooshed pine needles with a broom, drove L to school and back. Snow day. Plows circled the neighborhood uphill, down, side, and around. The heave and clatter of metal in snow. I ate carrot ginger soup and crackers in bed. Being sick had its perks.
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.