Saturday, March 10, 2018

What Sara Said

I'm confident that no one reads this blog. In a space and time where I feel more comfortable typing than writing, I trust I can confide in the solidarity of this lonesome blog page. I'm 27 years old. Holy fucking shit. Nothing in my life has turned out the way I thought it would. Not a damn thing. Scratch that. I figured I'd have a dog by now. I did that. Just barely. If I'm honest, at 18, I imagined my 27 year-old self with several Broadway shows under my belt, friends in uncountable numbers, someone to share my life with, countries stamped all over my passport. What did I do wrong? The tidal wave of life swept me up with such determination I mistook it for Fate. I spill over the hours, days and minutes I've spent living. What was I doing? Where was I?



In the next ten years, I want to:
Hike several mountains
Climb the Grand Canyon
Visit the Colosseum
Make impactful theater with good people
Apply to be on the Amazing Race
Compete with my Dog
Put my AID into remission
Learn how to plant (then plant) a garden
Buy a house
Get married
Start a successful business/brand
Help people, somehow
Put out an Album (with at least ONE vinyl copy ;])
Write a Book
Learn another language
Spend more time with my family





 "If I move my place in line- I'll lose"