day 147 Steam rose from the open teakettle. I poured hot water into the French press and bent into the counter while it brewed. I could hear Chopin’s soft piano notes filter in from the radio in his bedroom. The little one slept in the early afternoon, when the sun was good and tucked into the low-slung coverlet of cloud. +++++ 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.