Sarah's Inscriptions

I am an over-thinker.  That's a given for me, an honest fact.  I say that with as much certainty as I say "I have brown eyes" or "yesterday was Tuesday".  I also have a short temper, and these two things mixed together have made for some explosive experiences thus far in life.  Read on as I delve into some of my experiences.  Hopefully they offer some help or comfort in yours. I have had a relatively strained relationship with my dad, basically since birth, because my parents divorced when I was 2 and my mom had primary custody.  We went over for dinner once a week, and spent every other weekend at his house, as well as splitting holidays.  I'm 20 now, so that was a good 14 or 15 years of my life.  You've probably noticed that math doesn't add up, and I'm well aware.  3 or 4 years ago I personally decided to stop visiting my dad's house.  If you don't know, at a certain age children of divorced parents can make decisions for themsel

Another topic I was asked to discuss was actually recommended by my sister, Heather; declaring time to discover your self-worth and love.  Thanks for your endless support!  So, without any further ado, here is my opinion on this topic! I think one thing women especially come to believe is that our sole purpose is to be a caretaker.  We spend so much time making sure everyone else is fed, happy, sheltered, warm, taken care of, etc., that we completely disregard our own well-being (or at least put it last). I will never say that being selfless is a negative, it is not a bad thing by any means; selflessness is bravery.  However, selflessness to such a staggering degree that healthy amounts of selfishness are non-existent, is not.  Human beings, not just women, need self-care and love.  It is important from to have from other people as well, but not nearly as much as from ourselves. I will always stress this - you are the only company you are guaranteed to have in this life.   Treat

You used to be alive once, in both senses.  You used to be full of life and laughter, and you had so much love within you.  Your heart must have held more than an ocean. You were also alive in the sense that once you had been living.  You used to breathe above ground, feel the wind blowing through your hair.  You used to see everything all at once, but at the same time you saw nothing at all, because eyes were just eyes when it came down to it.. I wonder now, since you've been gone, how much you miss being alive and everything that comes with it.  How much you miss seeing and hearing, miss feeling your family's love... I don't know what I believe about death.  I don't know where you go or what you do, if anywhere or anything at all.  I'd like to believe you're in Heaven with God, looking down on us and feeling proud.  I'd like to believe you were watching grandma from way up there, as she sits in the same chair you used to at the table, and looks out on

I asked my readers/followers to offer some blog ideas that they would like to read.  One from my good friend Emily stuck out; she asked me to share what my favorite season is, and list at least five reasons why.  In natural Sarah fashion, I have been unable to pick one (hah).  So, to stick to Emily's prompt, I will instead share five reasons why I love every season (in no particular order)! Winter: 1. My entire world blanketed in white 2. The holidays!! 3. Snowmobiling 4. Cuddling up in blankets 5. The bare tree branches coated in snow 6. Spring is coming Spring: 1. Metaphorical/physical rebirth of plants/life 2. All the color and warmth 3. I love the rain/thunderstorms 4. Flowers! 5. The fresh air - especially after that rain! 6. Summer is coming Summer: 1. Swimming/beaches 2. Family vacation 3. The sun/warmth (again) 4. Campfires 5. The clear and starry night skies 6. Fall is coming Fall: 1. The colors - those shades of orange, red, and yell