Sun, at last. Left the house dressed in one less layer, plus lipstick and boots. Somehow it meant writing would be swifter, easy to access while sitting in a sun-drenched café. The kids at the window drank a pot of tea and talked in hushed tones about Joyce and Salinger before the conversation shifted to wanderlust and the theoretical liking of like TV. It reminded of the Beehive days. Without the velvet curtains or smoky vibe. K, S, + R. Descartes and the possibilities of thought happening.
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.