On a Wednesday afternoon, we followed the little one around the yard while he sampled then tossed mica-flecked dirt into the sky. He skirted from dirt patch to the next, from the driveway to the garden and back. The blazing sun didn’t faze him though his cheeks turned red as strawberries. Microscopic details stopped him on point. To imagine how he experienced those tiny worlds, even for a second, reminded me to let go of the worries that traced lines into my face the past few weeks.
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.