Somedays I wake knowing stuff I wish I didn’t. Like stingrays. Did you know they nestle into the sand along the coastal waters of Southern California? That’s a good spot for them to rest, away from predators, but if you inadvertently step on one, which is more and more common to do, it is indeed a very bad day for you. Most days I really wish I didn’t know these flat creatures lay camouflaged in the very shoreline where I want to splash about. On the other side of this coin of knowledge there’s stuff I’m delighted to know. Like how no matter how old you are, you’ll feel sixteen forever. Dramatic. Emotional. Sometimes silly. Sometimes confident. Sometimes volatile. All of it. Colliding within. In truth there is nothing real about aging, at least not your emotional being, not in anyway important to who you are inside. That creative and wild and impulsive and kooky and misstepping and driven girl is here to stay. That I’m glad to now know for sure.
making sense of life
“Writing is making sense of life” (Nadine Gordimer).
Last night I thought of this post from so so long ago, and thought, yes, time passes but something remains. Long time Nine Cent Girl readers, I hope you will indulge me with a reread. Those of you new to my blog, here is a glimpse into how it all started. We all have our stories. As always, I’d love to hear more of yours.
Find a Way
This week I thought so much. Not unusual. In fact, my mind is often jam-packed with ideas even in sleep. Yes, yes, I understand this is far from optimal. And yes, yes, I do occasionally exhale and attempt a break even as the complexities of our complex world complicate my thoughts further. One tries to find the simple. After all, one wants a piece of peace while observing the morning light filtered through the fluttering curtain lace. But then we have a week like this, filling one with questions and what if’s and mystery. Still, we endeavor to dust off uncertainty and say yes to the unknown. Somehow we dance our way to find a way.

