After the meeting, I walked to the market where my favorite (and only) photo booth in town is located. It’s the old school kind with grainy black and white film images. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, excited to return to the booth. A sign was taped to the wood paneling outside: Out of order. The blue gray curtain was drawn and inside the booth was dark as a starless night. I read the sign again. Someone wrote in purple ink, Please come back soon, Your Neighbor. Another in red marker, We miss you! I left and whispered, Don’t go breaking my heart . . .
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.