Zorro
Last week I got into a car accident. I walked away without a scratch and no one else was involved, but my car was deemed ‘totalled’. So for the last week insurance companies, rental cars, and dealerships had taken over my life. Hence my non-existence and lack of posts.
Now, let’s go back in time a bit, to the summer of 2009. 
I had just graduated college and was planned to go to Vero Beach, Florida for a theatre internship. Throughout my college years I drove a ’98 Chevy Malibu that my dad bought off my cousin. It was a good car; got me from point A to point B, most of the time. But it had seen much better days and I was pretty certain that it wouldn’t stand the drive to Florida. So, the hunt began. I searched high and low, looking for the right vehicle to call my own. And in June, I found it. A 2009 Ford Escape; Black; with a sunroof, 6 CD changer, and at a reasonable price. It was love. After a few weeks of collaboration a name came together, ZORRO. He was dark and speedy and always there when I needed him. He was MY first car. I enjoyed writing the check and sending in the car payment every month. It was all worth it because I loved my Zorro that much.
That being said, you can imagine the heartbreak I felt when I heard the words “total loss” in regards to my vehicle. It is 2 years to the month that he came into my life and in all honesty, I was not prepared for him to leave. I know I know, it’s just a car and the important things is that I’m okay. But I still feel a great deal of sadness about it. Especially now that I have a new vehicle that I don’t really like at all.
So, this one goes out to you Zorro. Thank you for protecting me in your final ride. You were a great car and we had some wonderful times together. No car will be able to replace the spot you have in my heart.
Love Always,
Your Partner in Crime, Sarah
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem. – Amelia Barr
the rain.
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| my adorable wellies! |
the rain makes me feel drab. correction: the gray sky that comes with the rain makes me feel drab. My only solace that comes with this type of weather is getting to wear my adorable wellies ( and yes, they are adorable).
I need sunshine. I need warm weather. These are imperative to my survival (maybe I’m part lizard?). After such a long winter I’m having trouble fighting off this down feeling on a rainy day. And it only seems to spread through the rest of my life. My energy is gray. My ambition is gray. My creativity is gray. I’m restless and I hate it.
This weather needs to break before I do.
A-dor-a-ble
could this be any cuter?! Sometimes I wish guys still got this way after a first kiss….
my favorite things
so many favorites….so little time….
- Driving with my sunroof open
- wearing shorts
- Green Monster smoothies
- Kung Fu Panda 2
- Outlet Malls
- my talent to sew
- Overnight Vacations with John Deere
- having fun at work
- mixed CD’s
- Reusable cups/mugs
one year.
It amazes me. The things that can change in a year. Your location. The people around you. Your attitude.
A year ago I moved back home to live with my parents. This stemmed from a falling out that happened between my best friend and I, whom I was living with at the time. This person had known me better than anyone for the prior 4 years. It was like a break-up and it was the worst one I’d ever experienced.
I arrived at home a different person. My spirit was broken. My heart was hurting. I had always expected to find my lifelong friends in college and to not be the person who had to move back in with their parents. Those were 2 things I thought I was sure of. I found myself to be mistaken.
And not only was I hurting, I was mean. And angry. I lashed out at the people supporting me.
It was an ugly time.
Now, a year later, I look back and see how far I’ve come. Am I entirely happy with the way my life is right now? No. But I’m making the best of it. And that’s the hardest part.
I finally have a sturdy base of people around me. Some old friends and some new. But all loving and caring and supportive of me.
I feel lighter. Brighter. Like a shroud has been lifted. I can breathe deeply again.
It’s pretty amazing. The way things can change in a year. And without you really noticing it happen.
Daily Dose
There is a great blog that I read that over flows with love. If you know it, you can attest. It’s called The Daily Love and it’s like a love devotional. Today’s post was particularly inspiring. The last paragraph in particular, which read:
You are the co-creator of your life with the choices you make. Do you want to keep making the same mistake, or are you ready to graduate and experience BIG LOVE in your life? The choice is yours – make it consciously, and make it TODAY!
This idea is TOO TRUE! I’m telling people all the time that life is all about the choices you make. If you’re unhappy, choose to change things around. Choose to BE HAPPY. So many people these days are too willing to say “oh well, I guess that’s how my life is going to go” and they settle. They settle for crappy relationships and meaningless jobs and poor friendships. I feel like people are lazy about going after what they really want. Choosing happiness. Choosing love; It’s hard work! It’s a daily decision that you have to think about making. It won’t just happen on it’s own.
If you’re not in charge of your life then who is?
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in doing what you love!
To: My Someday Family Man
I guess I should take some time to tell you that it’s absolutely imperative that you get along with my family. I’m referring to my immediately family mostly. I need you to love them as if they were your own.
Why you ask? Because they’re what I’ve got. Because they are me. Because you love me.
Especially my sister. You must get along with her the best. Because if you don’t she’ll never really know what it’s like to have a brother. And I can’t stand the thought of you both disliking each other during holidays and family get-togethers.
So you see, I’m a package deal. But not to worry, it’s a great bundle, full of love and caring.
Ever Yours,
Sarah
