Hey, Nineteen

I woke one morning and it was perfectly clear to me that my life, currently, is a harrowing redux of my world at 19 – fitfully pointing a lens at my world with unconscious intent but too scared to believe in what I see, with no idea how to earn a living and support myself, or how to settle into what I am meant to become.  Tonight I realized how ironically apt the comparison is:  just like my last days in the family apartment,  I even live walking distance from the nightclub (where, I grant you,  there is generally less nose candy, and a LOT more knitting, but still…).  And I when I see her, I wish with all my heart she had taken more joy and pictures in the life she had.

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7 thoughts on “Hey, Nineteen

  1. Oh nineteen, I loved your hopeful optimism, your flexible and able body and your naive vision of the world. I miss you, nineteen!!!!!

    Great post Brenna. Is that you in the image?

  2. I recently ran across poetry written when I was 17. The rawness and absolute honesty has never been equalled in the following 40 years.

  3. I recently ran across poetry written when I was 17. The rawness and absolute honesty has never been equaled in the following 40 years.

  4. oh nineteen, running headlong and full-force into one disaster after another, eyes wide-open and not seeing at all. so much drama. so much angst, amid a backdrop of purple haze. oh brenna, you are so right, there are moments when it seems the only difference is the color of the haze these days.

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