day 104 Two batches of dough were on the rise soon to be turned into sweet rolls. I looked at the flour still stuck on my hands while he slept in my lap waking each time I lifted him into bed. It wasn’t a day I could nap with him, though I wished it were so I could return to the story I fell asleep to last night, All Around Atlantis. From the start there was a funeral and a relationship teased out from the first line, it gnawed at me, the unknown, and I would just as soon let the dough inflate and sour until it filled the entire kitchen Ghostbusters-style than miss out on the ending. But the timer went off, the little one fell deep asleep, and I had class to prep for. +++++ 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.