One hundred days suddenly doesn’t seem long enough.
I’m well into week one of #the100dayproject and I’ve been experimenting.
Who needs a studio when there’s just-right light, a stool, and an old crate? Our mudroom basks in the softest of morning light this time of year, and just when I wasn’t looking, there it was: a gentle caress of light across wilting tulips.
Experimenting never looked so beautiful – to me.
And maybe that’s the single biggest understanding I’m gaining about #the100dayproject. It’s not about followers, or readers, or any kind of audience at all.
My audience this time around feels like an audience of one.
There’s peace and a comfortable solitude in the quiet moments of creating. Me and my pen. Me and my camera. Me and my thoughts. My photographs. My words.
Me… and myself.
I’m a new believer:
If you must, you will.