Afternoon rain turned last night’s snowfall into a blurred memory. The weatherman said it was winter’s last hurrah. I made black tea with a pour of milk and sugar plus a side of toast to counter the back to cold outdoors. The beeping washer and radio hum kept me company while I wrote through the sticking spot in the story. Of course, I needed a break. I turned the washer off and noticed the village he built out of wood blocks, painted with swatches of purple and white with iridescent glitter flaking off the rooftops. I still didn’t know where to keep it so it moved from room to room instead.
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.