day 92 “Hi, I’m here to see William?” She stood in the mudroom dressed in hospital scrubs and black square glasses. Her car was parked in the driveway. “Sorry, you have the wrong place.” She recited our address from memory. “That’s right, but there’s no William here.” She sighed then gave my yoga shorts, tank top, and fleece jacket a once over. We weren't expecting visitors and I hadn’t changed since morning. The little one stood next to me, his strawberry stained bottoms flapped when he walked. Quite the pair. I glanced over her shoulder and noticed the snow banks were packed past my waist. “Well, that’s the address I wrote down.” “What’s the last name, maybe it’s the house down the street.” The conversation continued for several minutes until she finally turned around and left. +++++ 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.