There are often small delights popping up in our day-to-day from which we might benefit from acknowledging, like the passing fluffy clouds in an azure sky or the way a breeze gracefully moves the curtain lace. Nothing earth-shattering but just enough to remind us of the delights in life. This week I am grateful for the Tiny Little Joys that rise like a wave of happy straight into the heart. Of course, finding a pair of swings with an ocean view, and a grandson who is just as thrilled as I am to reach the sky, makes for a great start towards feeling fortunate.
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Stuff I’ll Keep in 2026
I know, believe me, I know. It’s time to shed the old, discard the crap, defuse the judgement and forgive the trespassers. In fact, for every snake metaphor you can muster, today is the day to say goodbye to all of it. But there is a pile of stuff I plan to keep. Like treasured memories and my wonderful network of people along with hopes and dreams and aspirations and grit and imagination and a ton of love. But me too. Starting with my wild side. She’s been my main gal from forever. She doesn’t mind screaming with a zany recklessness. She’s impractical and unrealistic. She’s a stargazer. She’s at the top of my invite list headed into 2026. Sometimes she makes a mess, has a breakdown, gets absolutely sidetracked or even off track. But she’s never given up. She’s made this life the stunning vision it is, and I’m fairly certain, she’s going to keep charging forward through whatever comes next. So, here’s to being unabashedly every bit of me in the near and far future, while embracing the mountain of marvels and challenges ahead.
Nine Cent Girl 