Sunday: sun (full blast), coffee, oatmeal raisin bread, daydreams, tart tins in black and white, nurse the little one, fingers crossed he sleeps, vacuum, cara cara orange, tea, chocolate chips, dried cherries, james brown (from the crack in his door), ocean waves (across the hall), one up one down, Iggy Pop on Burroughs (oh hey, public radio), cabbage soup, doo wop love: surfer girl.
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.