half the battle

today is the day i have been waiting for. oh, not in the way you think. i wasn’t looking forward to it. i just knew it would come. i knew that if i set out to do something every single day, eventually it would feel impossible. i knew that if i sat at my kitchen table unable to motivate through the endless piles of stuff that have to be done and looked at the same walls and the same floors and the same everything every day for long enough i would no longer be able to pick up my camera and make something lovely happen. i know all of this because i’ve been here before. in so many different ways. last year i attempted a 365 project and made it all of 82 days. and just for the record, they were 82 lame-ass days. and my follow-through in certain other areas of my life isn’t exactly stellar either. i lack discipline—you know, being human and all. so today as i sit here, still in pajamas at 3:15 in the afternoon. it’s raining again and my house is a train wreck. i’ve got piles of work to do and errands to run. but i’m sitting. because i need to. and i’m looking around me. and i am not inspired. i’ve looked at all of this before. how in the world am i going to record this day in a way that matters? another picture of my (adorable) son with messy hair in a superhero costume?or cookies on our awful pink tile counter? and here is the answer i’ve come up with: yes.

this, friends is my project. my life and my 365. these are my days. and sometimes there are flowers and rainbows and sometimes there are dirty dishes in the sink. (okay, all the time there are dirty dishes in the sink.) and when i look back on this year there will be a lot of superhero photos and a lot of cookies. and that’s okay because i have a three year old who loves dress up and i bake a lot. and if i'm lucky some of the photos will be delightful and frame-worthy and some, well, some won't. but you know what? i’m doing it. and that, as they say, is half the battle.