Sunday: five more inches of snow, coffee, green smoothie, flour (so much flour + butter + sugar + yeast—the little one ate sweet dough straight from the bowl) kneaded into yeasted cinnamon rolls and sticky buns (holy recipe testing day), out into the tundra, drove to the bookstore (photo inspired typewriter poems book!), salad from the bar (why is the dressing so sh*tty? and why do I pick salad every time?), whirled snow caught midair, smoke filled kitchen (burnt sugar on oven flour), M*A*S*H!, “You have to laugh,” he said, “Okay, once the smoke clears,” (on cue) smoke alarm, open windows and back door, sheet pans beneath cake pans, wine, laughter, back to M*A*S*H.
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.