Wednesday, July 11, 2018
When I started the 100 day project I had no idea that it would be ending on my birthday. I never looked ahead. I just started with day 1 and showed up. Everyday. I never had a stock pile of birds and essays ready to go. Most days I would think of something while I was walking the dog or driving in the car. I noticed that I needed to be outdoors to be inspired. I liked that I called no re-dos or edits. I wouldn't have kept going if I tried to make this anything more than a quick sketch and a couple of words. It was definitely, without a doubt, the most vulnerable thing I have ever done. Who do I think I am to call myself and artist or a writer?
Hitting the publish button got easier as I got nice comments from people. I went from having a couple of people reading my blog to 200 a day. I got faster at sketching and started doodling birds with bikinis. I never once felt like the project was a chore. I love that I did this.
It's ending tomorrow and I fifty years old. My daughter is leaving for college next month. These two things are right on the edge of freaking me out but i'm going to continue to show up everyday and figure out what this next part of my life is all about. It's exciting. And scary. But mostly exciting. For both of us. This kid is going to do great things. She's my most beautiful birdy.
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Monday, July 9, 2018
In all your years of cracking eggs, has this ever happened? No? I didn't think so.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Saturday, July 7, 2018
That wind! Blew us right out of the nest. Toppled the whole thing over!
Seems like that was a fail on building a storm proof nest. My Mom should have borrowed some duct tape. I think my brother landed in the compost pile. Can you give him a hand back up too? I'm close to flying out of here by myself soon. I just need another day to be home and regroup. You're a lifesaver. Literally.
Friday, July 6, 2018
The best friends are the ones that let you invite yourself
over when you're feeling the most vulnerable
and hanging on by your fingernails.
They don't mind if you stay until the sun sets.
These are the til death parts us friends.
These are the friends you learn a thing or two from.