Three Years

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3 years

Three years ago I sat down at my laptop and made my first post on this blog. It was about new socks. I was so terrified that I didn’t know what else to write about and I thought, “socks are always safe” so that’s what I wrote. Now three years later and I have so much more to talk about other than socks.

Knowing this anniversary was coming up had me looking through my old posts with a pleasant nostalgia. I can remember when and where I wrote most of them. Some were rushed in the mornings before class, some were in the evenings with a slow mosey and some were written over a few days as I edited and tweaked to my liking. Over time my voice shone through more and more clearly as I slowly became comfortable with myself and my writing style.

This past year in particular I haven’t posted as much on this blog because I’ve been throwing myself into other projects. My Etsy store, poems, lyrics, a few roadblocks and so many other things that just come up as you get older. But I’ve never stopped writing –  I don’t think I could if I tried. I constantly have a little voice in my head coming up with rhymes or phrases or ideas that spiral out of my control until I can write them down. It’s a part of who I am.

Three years ago this blog saved me. Saved me from feeling like a tiny particle floating through an ocean. Saved me from feeling broken into tiny little pieces. Saved me from thinking I wasn’t good enough. It’s taken a long time but I now don’t think any of those things. This blog was me taking the first baby step toward that acceptance.

So while I may not write on this specific blog every day, it is always in the back of my mind. It was the first brave thing I had done as an “adult” that terrified me to my core. Once I pushed through that fear, it became a lifeline and then slowly it became like another limb. It was something I could use without second guessing and that is absolutely priceless.

Happy 3rd Birthday blog baby. Thank you for being my lifeline.

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My One Year Anniversary.

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Blog Birthday

I can’t believe I actually did it. I have shed many a tear, sweat and other weird substances/emotions over this blog but I did it. I managed to blog for an entire year without ever missing a post.

One year. A whole year.

To remind you, this is what my first post looked like. My oh my, how far this little blog baby has come.

First Blog Post 2012

TwentySeven Things was created as an outlet for me to keep my sanity. One year ago, I had just made a life altering decision to leave a job that I thought was going to be a career path for many of the upcoming years of my life. I was living by myself in LA and commuting to college in Orange County two days a week which meant I had three days a week to fill (Netflix can only do so much). To say I was lost would be the understatement of 2012.

TwentySeven Things became my only structure in an otherwise scattered life. No matter where I was, it was the one thing I knew I had to get done before 9am the next morning. So whether I wrote my post the night before or the morning of, I knew it had to get done. I could write about music, a television show, a new tea I found at the grocery store, how I would blow dry my hair out the window or a spew out a list of random thoughts – as long as it was written and done by 9am. Not to be too dramatic, but this blog became my lifeline.

I want to take this day to celebrate why I started this blog in the first place. In the beginning, I struggled with the idea of sharing my words with the universe. In fact, it wasn’t until about 3 weeks in that I decided I would share the fact that I even had a blog with my friends. You know, those people who you see on a daily basis and generally take care of you in your 20-something state.  In my mind, it felt like a big terrible secret that I was too nervous to share with anyone.

I finally mustered up some cojones and shared my blog baby via my social media outlets. Over the past 365 days, I’ve had friends, family members and long-lost acquaintances message me in some form or another telling me they loved reading my posts to keep up with what I may be doing, to hear my opinions on things, or just to say it made them smile or laugh for one reason or another. Considering I started the blog for only myself, hearing any sort of compliment is extremely flattering and I’m happy I could bring a smile to someone else’s face.

Going back to read my old posts is hilarious and somewhat painful. I can read and feel the struggle in 21-year-old Sarah’s words to find her style. She’s trying to figure out if there is an expectation of how she should sound and what she should talk about. It isn’t until a few months later that she realizes, “Hey I started this blog for myself, so screw everyone else.”

I end this celebration post with a few links to my favorite posts I’ve done in the past year. Some are hilarious, some are serious, but all of them are pure Sarah. If you’re still reading, thank you for listening to my continued word vomit over the past 365 days. I hope you’ve gotten something out of it, if nothing else than a little insight to what my life has been like in the past year.

To TwentySeven Things – thank you for being my own little space of Internet that served as a vessel to my word vomit. Thank you for keeping me writing, for forcing me to keep the creative juices flowing in a period of my life when I thought I had for sure killed off the little voice in my head who would spin wild, imaginary tales and stories and poems. Thank you for bringing the pretty words back to me. But most of all, thank you for letting me say whatever I want and reminding me that I have the right to say whatever I want, however I want. Here’s to another 365 days of word vomiting.

Favorite posts of the first 365 days of TwentySeven Things.

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30 Years

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Today is my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. Thirty whole years. With the same person. That means through good things, bad things, weird things, happy things, sad things, bad smelling things, exciting things, adventurous things, unexpected things and amazing things you have that one person with you for it all.

They’ve lasted through two kids, two houses, a few cars, thousands of sporting events, one dog, seven/eightish cats and a lot of other things I probably don’t even know about. They’re the best role models I have for a successful relationship because they’re still in love and making it work thirty years later (thirty four-ish if you count dating.)

Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad. You guys are pretty awesome. Jarod and I love you quite a lot. Thanks for showing us that being stuck with one person for your entire life isn’t so bad after all.

M&D Cadillac