Late in the afternoon, when the sun drew geometric shadows across the egg white walls, I stopped by a cafe for a quick cup of coffee. The air conditioner hummed a steady rhythm, except for a succession of hushed phone calls and the sputtering of steamed milk, the place kept to itself, quietly turned inward like a tightly wrapped roll.
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.