Sarah's Inscriptions

I have some spare time today between jobs, so I thought I would whip out a little post today.  Really, it isn't spare time at all, it was time used to finally sit down and eat lunch, and should currently be used for doing my homework, but instead I'm here on my blog. And if I'm being honest, it's just because I'm tired. I mean that literally and figuratively.  I genuinely am tired, I stayed up far too late last night for a woman who knew she had to work both jobs again today, for the second day in a row.  I stayed up too late but wasn't utilizing that time doing anything productive, I was just bingeing a good show with my sister.  But I'm also tired figuratively, or emotionally if you will.  My jobs tire me out.  My responsibilities (paired with my slight inability to manage time) and procrastinating tire me out.  A summer course, that should probably take a solid semester but is instead being taught in 2 months, is already tiring me out. There has als

I cried on my way home yesterday.   Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw played on the radio, and for personal reasons (which I’m sure you could all discern by the lyrics) it nearly broke my heart. I could relate it to past experiences, present ones, and probably will be able to in the future as well.   I could not tell you if my tears were caused by grief, perspective, hope, all the above, or something else entirely. All I can say for sure is that I felt it.   Every single word resonated with me. I have always believed that we hold strong relationships with the arts; be it literature, painting, sculpture, music, cinematography, etc., it is a path for human expression and growth.   Connection and understanding. I have heard Live Like You Were Dying many times before, but never the way I did last night. To begin with, this song doesn't even give us any build up, it just jumps right into the heart break.   " He said, "I was in my early 40s, With a lot of l