book watercolor by Helen McLaughlin

Wondering what we're doing here? This explains it, but for the tl;dr crowd (don't worry, I got you):

Beginning February 1st, I’m writing a daily report here, one that documents my progress toward a long-imagined—but not yet executed—dream of creating a small book on wonder (of which I've already written a good portion of the content). I’m committing to showing up to do the work for an hour every day, every single day of the month, and I’m committing to full transparency with you about how that creative hour is spent, for better or for worse. Let's dive in.




Sleep Rating



Waxing Gibbous


Started out good (albeit sleepy), but I didn't seize it; as afternoon approached, I came down with a nasty cold and am now trying to power through my last day here despite feeling like crap

What I did

Hung out with Sara Midda...in the form of continuing to study A Bowl of Olives while lying on the couch, blowing my nose and ingesting Ricola. While I do feel a bit as though I'm phoning it in today, I also simply don't have the energy to do much more than rest my body and mind. Let me tell you: I'd had high hopes for the final day of this creative commitment! And as it turns out, my health had other plans for me... This is my plain and simple reality and, disappointing though it may be, it's really nothing to despair over. (So, remember: Curve balls are part of the process. They mean nothing—unless you make them mean something. Life happens: head colds, sleepless nights, bad moods, full moons. We feel great about the thing we're working on until the thing we're working on seems abysmal and pointless. Cycles. Ebbs and flows. The only measure of success being that you keep showing up and giving it a go anyway.) (That was as much a note to myself as it was to you.)

Time spent

5:00 p.m.—6:49 p.m. CST


What I learned today (in haiku form):

Can't ask commitment / to lead to an outcome; it / doesn't work that way.