“I’m just really mad at writing right now,” I tensely laughed into the phone. “But I”ll get over it and most likely write about it.” “Have you read about J.K. Rowling?” my friend asked. We proceeded to tangent down the road of Harry Potter and friends, eventually turning a corner to return to my … Continue reading Why You Need to Dream Again
God’s been speaking to me a lot lately in the bathroom. I know that sounds weird. It kinda is. It’s usually in the middle of my nightly routine of washing my face or brushing my teeth. When you live in a house with six other people, it’s moments alone (which are most likely in the … Continue reading Bathroom Walls
“Self-sabotage” she called it. She said it’s what I did–what I described as flying high in the clouds and then jerking myself down on my face before anyone else could. I suppose she was right. Because a year and a half ago, a friend looked at me and said, “You’re really ok with being broken. … Continue reading About People Pleasing (And How It’s Really Self-Sabotage)
I recently had a birthday. I love and hate birthdays, but this year was celebrated with strung up lights and people other than me and a pink and white skirt. To me, a birthday is like New Year’s Eve: a clashing of sentiments and memories left behind while peeking around the corner of the future. … Continue reading The Calendar Has Turned (What 25 Has Already Taught Me)
I used to be obsessed with dreams. But not so much the ones at night when you’re asleep. I’m talking about the ones you think about often during your slow work day, the ones that you want to pursue in your garage, your hometown, your journal. I used to live in dreams. I talked about my dreams … Continue reading The Cost of Your Dream
My heart is racing as I write this. It is absolutely NO fun to expose yourself for all you are. But what’s worse is allowing the fear to keep you hidden. Hi. My name is Sarah, and I am a human. I struggle with insecurities, and yes, a racing heart. I wish fear would go … Continue reading How to Starve Fear
