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 h...

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, ...

I had recently posted on all Sarah's Inscriptions social media accounts (you can follow them in the top right corner, or find them on my Contact page) that I was recently hired into a second job and would be rather busy - in other words, too busy for regular posts.  But it has been brought to my attention, by my own mind, that the entire concept has sort of just been an excuse. In fact, I knew it was when I posted it. I have free time.  Even working 2 jobs, I have an incredible amount of free time.  You would think I would do something with it, or act grateful for it, or know how to utilize it.  But the truth is, I don't.  It's not that I couldn't actively work to figure it out - to ask friends if they wanted to hang out, to run some errands, schedule some me time, read a book (better yet, write my own), volunteer, exercise, meal prep for said jobs, literally do anything at all. Instead, I come home and I do absolutely nothing.  I watch YouTube videos...

I have always had a botched relationship with religion.  I was born into a religious family, was baptized, went to church, etc.  But as with the metaphorical derailment of my life after my parents divorce, my religious derailment goes hand-in-hand. Weekends I spent at my mom's house included Sunday mornings in the church pew, and weekends at dad's did not.  But at my dad's we said grace before dinner, whereas we didn't at mom's.  There were things that occurred at one house that didn't at the other, as you would probably expect from separated households.  However, I don't think either parent was right or wrong in their continued pursuits in religion - I do not believe attending church every Sunday automatically makes you a Godly person, but rather how you take God's word and incorporate into your life and and relationships of all calibers - but that is a whole new conversation, so I digress. An unfortunate obstacle unfortunately completely derailed m...