This I know: Nothing. 

I say that, but I also mean to include that there is so much to know and do and think and be about – that it is dizzying. Striking. Brilliant. Scary. A wonder-filled life. A shepherd’s pie.

I am sitting here, 42 years old, reading glasses on, ice tea in hand, and I am as baffled by and as certain about life as I have always been. Happy, struggling, joyous, agitated, peaceful, alarmed, free. And not. But in the midst of all the seeming bi-polarity, somewhere beyond the black and the white, there is a shade of grey that blankets everything. I am trying to find my blankie. When I am not looking, I own it.

Nonsense or no-nonsense. Your choice.