Long after the apple was cut and peeled, and the woman in the checkout line told how she left five grand in her purse earlier in the day, car unlocked, windows down, in a seedy section of the city and how not a thing was out of place when she returned, and we made it through dinner at the Chinese restaurant without too much of a hitch — he fell asleep in the crook of my arm.
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.