thestoryofsarah

June 20, 2011

Judgement

Filed under: Judgement,Life — by Sarah H @ 10:28 pm
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I try not to think about it, but I think I’m judgmental. I watch people and the decisions they make and I judge them. And I think how I would do things differently. And I think about how I’m better for my choices. And then I stop, and I realize I’m doing it and it makes me upset at myself. Who am I to say that someone else’s life decisions aren’t correct? Lord knows I’ve made a ton of mistakes, made the wrong decision a time or 2. The worst part is, I don’t only do this about strangers, I do this about friends. And it makes me sick. Who am I to judge? I wish I didn’t do this. A lot of the time, I like to convince myself that it’s in their best interest. I like to tell myself that the reason I think these things is because I know what’s best. But I don’t. Again, who am I to think that I know anything more than anyone else. Starting today, I am going to make a conscious effort to stop judging. Until I walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, how should I know what is really going on and if maybe, just because I wouldn’t make the same choice, doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.

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June 17, 2011

Creativity

Filed under: Creativity,Poetry — by Sarah H @ 3:40 pm
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I used to write a lot. I would have a line of poetry floating in my head and it would swirl and swirl until I just had to write it down. And I would keep writing until I had a poem in front of me. Something that had taken life on paper and become a finished product.  I also used to paint. I was never very good, but when I was very upset about something, I would get the urge to paint. So I would, and by the time I was finished, I felt better and usually couldn’t even remember what I was upset about to begin with. I can’t really pinpoint when I stopped getting these creative bursts, but I miss them. That’s a big reason I decided to begin a blog. I’m hoping that by writing more regularly about my everyday life, I’ll get the urge to write creatively again or at least bring back some of the creativity I miss so much.

I went through and read my whole LiveJournal from high school the other night. It made me laugh to read all the things that were so important when I was 16, it’s funny to think about how much I’ve changed. It did make me miss a lot of things. How close and accessible everyone was in high school, all your best friends being within 5 minutes of you. How simple everything in my life was(This is definitely decided in retrospect. At the time, I felt everyday there was a new crisis. I was a very dramatic teenager). This is often where I would write down my poetry, I went through and read all the poems I wrote then. Granted, not all of them are winners, but there were a few that I couldn’t believe I had written them. I will leave you with one of my favorite poems that I have written. Hopefully, this whole blogging thing will get me writing or painting again.

Masks

I wear a mask of courage, I wear a mask of hope,

I wear all of these masks, so that I will stay afloat.

Floating in a sea of darkness, I feel that I will drown,

So the mask I wear the most, is the one without a frown.

Some people, they don’t like me, but I know they wear masks too,

Everyone has their masks. Everyone, even you.

So now the mask will come off, the mask that hides my pain,

And you will see something that I will try to explain.

For you see, I know not who I am, only what others want me to be,

So no more masks to hide my face, from now on I will be me.

June 14, 2011

Too Boring for a Blog

Filed under: First Post,Life — by Sarah H @ 7:31 pm
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I’ve always thought I was too boring to write a blog. That my words would hold no interest for anyone reading. Today, after many friends have suggested I try it, I have finally conceded. I, Sarah-Too-Boring-For-A-Blog, will now write a blog. So this is my life. These are my feelings. These are my thoughts. I’m a very non-confrontational person, so this may sometimes be where I vent about things I refuse to tackle head on in my real life. But this is The Story of Sarah.

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