When my husband and I began dating, he took me out of my comfort zone and dragged me back into nature. I am no stranger to the healing properties of the natural world. My childhood home butted right up against woods, so it wasn’t uncommon for me to spend most of the day exploring. The woods always seemed to…
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Things to Come
I wanted to briefly touch on why I haven’t been around here much. We have been dealing with neighbors from Hell, and have been in the process of moving. I want to write about this more, but until the whole thing is done (a.k.a. we get our security deposit back), I am erring on the side of caution. I…
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I Bled for Three Months. An IUD Changed My Life.
DISCLAIMER: moderately graphic descriptions.
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Book Hoarder to Anti-Tsundoku
Tsundoku: a Japanese phrase, meaning to buy or acquire reading materials and allowing them to pile up, unread. I haven’t been shy on my website about my struggles with anxiety and impulse control, but today I wanted to narrow it down to perhaps my greatest vice, and how I am finally—-finally—-overcoming it. I am a bookworm in every sense…
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My Life with Two Faces
The photo at the beginning of this post was taken back in 2015. At the time, there were two distinct Saras: the one who was always made up with eyeshadow, mascara, winged eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man, her hair perfectly in place. There was also the Sara I never let anyone see, aside from a few…
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To the Girl I Was: I’m Sorry
Dear Former-Little Me: I am sorry. I am sorry I grew up to be someone who thought about the opinions of others a little too often. I am sorry for the times I turned my head and choked on my tongue because it was easier than speaking my heart and risking the backlash. You were so bright. Like the…
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Why I Needed to Let Go (Shopping Addiction)
On this blog, I have written several articles about being, as I put it, a “Half-Assed” minimalist. And, while I have briefly touched on some of my background, I didn’t really get into the meat of the issue. I am doing that today. It will be uncomfortable, but if I can help even one person, it will be worth…
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Hush. Rest.
No one could accuse me of lacking a work ethic, but I also greatly enjoy my down time. Recently, events in my life have, as they say, “lit a fire” under my butt, and I have moved into action in a way similar to a bull barreling down a hill. This happens to me occasionally, when I have decided…
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Thoughts on a Tuesday: Ego
“Not everything is about you.” I tell myself, cursing the person in front of me, who is keeping their car a firm ten miles below the speed limit, at least. They seem to be overly cautious, I want to get home quickly, and our conflict of interest has left me feeling like they’re doing it on purpose. Ego is,…
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Guilty Pleasures: A Poem
There’s no limit to the measures One will take for their guilty pleasures I say to myself, and duck behind shelves The store is empty; I have it all to myself Thoughtfully, I run my hands over the wares One eye remains alert, I know I’ll get stares If anyone sees what I’m about to perform But the temptation’s…