Two years of word vomit, reflection, reviews, and generally saying whatever I damn well please. Two years of this internet space being my safe haven from what sometimes feels like an overwhelming reality. Two years of using this space to express what I sometimes cannot express with my actual vocal chords.
I currently sit cross legged with a flower crown atop my head while typing and blasting Tom Petty in preparation of seeing him live and in the flesh on Friday night. (It is one of my bucket list items to see American Girl performed live – I may or may not lose my shit when this actually happens on Friday.)
Sitting down to write this two year anniversary post and envisioning the first time I sat down to write my very first post is bringing up extreme nostalgia – but in a very good way. I can remember feeling overwhelmed, terrified and extremely intimidated to sit down in front of my laptop. Knowing I had the freedom to write about literally anything my heart desired felt liberating. I was in control of what went on this page, my page.
The past few months I haven’t been as active on this blog space as I previously have, but in no way does that mean I have abandoned it. Rather, I’ve geared my energy into other writing outlets. Poems, lyrics, stories, paintings – really anything that my brain seems to choose on any particular day. I never want writing to feel like a chore or to feel like I’m forcing anything. I know (and it is shown through this blog) that I work best when I write in a stream of consciousness. That’s when you get the real, honest, raw version of Sarah. And that my internet friends, is the core of this blog.
I can’t believe two years have gone by. What started out as a desperate escape from the chaos in my life has turned into a timeline of how I’ve grown in the past two years. You can literally read through my emotional and mental growth when combing through these posts. You can track my ups, downs and sometimes sideways steps that I have taken in the past 730 days. I’ve been enlightened, scared, fearless, happy, sad, emotional, and sometimes even rebellious. There has been more than one occasion when someone told me that I shouldn’t post certain things on this blog but at the end of the day, it is my own creation and I made it with the intention of being honest. I don’t care who reads, judges, reacts or comments on these posts. They are an outlet of self expression – nothing more, nothing less.
This is my house. This is my home. This is my space. Happy anniversary blog baby. I can’t believe we made it through two whole years!
Here are some of my favorite posts from the past year. (You can find my favorite posts from my first year of blogging here.)
- It’s good to be selfish.
- Wandering around The Getty by yourself can be a really good thing.
- Nothing beats Northern California.
- Infinity Rooms.
- Talking about the concept of time with an good friend.
- My January voyage.
- Describing my love affair with reading, specifically falling in love with characters.
- Taking a break – but not like Ross and Rachel.
- Learning how to leap.
- Painting with new colors.
- Blogs and ice cream and purple hair.
- My new favorite thing.