day 106 I put the house together, he tore it apart. Block by block. Then he poured scented oil over the humidifier and rubbed it in his hair. The room soaked up the chamomile, lavender, and sage like a damp sponge. At least he smelled good. Later, when he slept, I read Come to Me and left dinner as an afterthought. +++++ 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.