day 181 The magnolia and weeping cherry trees blossomed all at once as if a secret tree pact happened a few months back. It was a long winter, and anything was possible. On our walk home, L watched pink and white petals fall like confetti on the sidewalk. +++++ 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.