Around lunchtime, I walked outside still wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. The cold settled in and caught me this round. He pulled up a lawn chair next to his and we sat together in the backyard beneath whispery thin clouds and watched the little one push a plastic riding car in the grass. I left my seat and returned with a bowl of vegetable noodle soup and crackers. The little one picked yellow buttercups from a small patch and sampled a petal before spitting it out. I felt the loose edge of time splay out like a shawl; one I would likely wrap myself in twenty years later.
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.