When did we decide that crying was something to be ashamed of? When did we decide that sneezing, coughing and yawning are all totally acceptable public behaviours but people in tears need to be quarantined into bathroom stalls, alley ways, or dark, messy bedrooms? I’ve recently learned to appreciate the fact that I’m a bit of a crier. … Continue reading Cry on
I’m six years old and my parents have just purchased a new fridge. They bring it in to our tight Bloor West Village kitchen only to discover it doesn’t fit in the space available for it. Tensions rise. They begin arguing. I walk into the kitchen, put my hands on my hips, look up at … Continue reading What’s my matter here?
I have this love/hate relationship with momentum. That thing that keeps you going at often inconceivable speeds is also the thing that makes it really difficult to stop. The “keep going” part I get and I love, but the “not stopping” part I struggle with and I hate. Last Sunday I found myself in bed, … Continue reading Momentum
I’m afraid this title is way too tacky but since I’m all about embarrassing myself creating space for fear in my life next year I’m going to leave it as is. My best friend Sophie who knows me far too well recently sent me a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic in the mail. It … Continue reading Sending fear a friend request in 2016
I come from a long line of loud women. Loud in the sense of volume, but also in the sense of speaking up, truthfully, regardless of whether or not it’s welcome. Though their honesty may have cost them a few friendships (often with people who weren’t worth keeping around anyways), I’ve always been impressed by … Continue reading Loud
Wow. It feels really good to get that off my chest. In my last post, I reflected on an assortment of memories from my 23rd year. What I feel like I didn’t touch upon was that this was also the year I started to embrace a little-known phenomenon the internet refers to as JOMO or the Joy … Continue reading My name is Sarah and I’m a bit of a homebody
As my birthday month comes to a close, I’m faced with the inevitable existential questions one asks as they inch a year closer to death: am I where I thought I would be? Did I have enough fun in my youth? Am I still in my youth? What’s missing from my life? Should I get … Continue reading Don’t pry open a can of peas with your bare hands and other life lessons from my 23rd year