I told her that I wanted to kick off my new site with something fun and collaborative, and we came up with the idea of 41 6-word days. (Julia is inexplicably fond of 41-day projects.) Every night, we’ll email each other a 6-word glimpse of our day, whether it was wonderful or terrible or hilarious or strange, and we’ll post them on our sites. It’ll be like holding hands; together apart.
I’d love for you to join us. Post your 6-word days here in the comment thread. At the end of our project, I’ll rearrange this page, organize each of our 41 days by person (Julia, me and anyone else who plays with us for the whole time). I think it’ll be cool to look into each other’s windows a bit.
Update: I did it! Look into our windows!
41 6-word days
Julia: Snow falls and nudges us awake.
j: On the edge of something new.
Julia: Ibuprofen and tissue save the day.
j: Celebrated today with wine and cheesecake.
Julia: Taking NyQuil and going to bed.
j: I think I’m stealing Julia’s energy.
Julia: I’m willing to be too much.
j: Writing all day. Yeah, today rocked.
Julia: Wanting answers to all these questions.
j: A sweet and sour kinda day.
Julia: Continually awed by the creative process.
j: Beyond the margins, we fully connect.
Julia: Rediscovering the hotness of my husband.
j: At the center of everything… love.
Julia: I vow to do things differently.
j: We’re so fucked up and remarkable.
Julia: One conscious decision shifts it all.
j: Superhumanly balanced on the mat today.
Juilia: I’d rather be ALIVE than “comfortable.”
j: Riding momentum, must remember to steer.
Julia: I love the sound of silence.
j: I lost myself in words today.
Julia: Thanks, nature, for helping me remember.
j: I think it’s okay to yearn.
Julia: Don’t feel like writing poetry today.
j: Finding intersection of love and kickassery.
Julia: Seriously think I need a lobotomy.
j: A big-time, love-filled day.
Julia: Singing makes my spirit come alive
j: Awed, astonished, surprised, confounded… and loved.
Julia: Savoring the sweetness of my lil’family
j: Sometimes six words is not enough.
Julia: Feeling overwhelmingly grateful for beautiful connections.
j: Scratchy throat? Say it ain’t so!
Julia: The magic is nowhere but here.
j: My internal compass keeps finding north.
Julia: Namaste to the whole precious world.
j: Humming (in spite of the plague).
Julia: Savoring the preciousness of this life.
j: Body in revolt. Need softer Kleenex.
Julia: Another’s loss cracks me wide open.
j: Just need two words. Puffs tissues.
Julia: Fresh sheets, cozy bed. Can’t wait!
j: I let Sunday wash over me.
Julia: Blissfully blown away by beautiful synchronicities.
j: Bolstered by love today; standing taller.
Julia: Bikram Yoga totally kicks my ass.
j: When will I learn? Just START.
Julia: I’m no longer listening to doubt.
j: Endings are always clearest in hindsight.
Julia: It’s all about shedding the shit.
j: Relocated my center today; then flew.
Julia: I wanna go to Bali now.
j: What a funny, sweet, surprising day.
Julia: I’m all out of words today.
j: Today: yoga, words, boys, dogs, polenta.
Julia: I’m inviting abundance into my life.
j: Unplugged today. Awash in the 3-D world.
Julia: A whirlwind kind of a day.
j: I’m learning… fearlessness is a practice.
Julia: Had the best lemondrop ever tonight.
j: Shattered, awed, fortified by Sugar love.
Julia: Embracing the women in my life.
j: I remembered! JUST START. Good day.
Julia: Imagining my book in my hands.
j: Surrounded by so damn much love.
Julia: Closer to making this dream happen.
j: I was willing to be misunderstood.
Julia: Wishing I had a magic wand.
j: So grateful for all of you.
Julia: Get to see my sister tomorrow!
j:Sweet, winding paths, old barns, sunshine.
Julia: Drinking with fancy boy at airport.
j: Where can I get a fancyboy?
Julia: There was nothing normal about today.
j: The scenic route is my north.
Julia: It’s been a wild birthday week.
j: Feeling loved, fortified, believed in, lucky.
Julia: So good it makes me weep.
j: Had a little crush on Thursday.
Julia: So very thankful for my health.
j: Inspiration, acceptance, rebellion, love… It’s Friday.
Julia: Does this really have to end?
Julia: This moment is the perfect teacher.
j: It’s a magnificent thing, this life.