Sarah and the Adventure of Life

A couple of weeks ago, I had to say goodbye to the eighth graders I had spent the majority of the spring semester with. While their time in school wasn't quite over yet, mine was ("Perks of college," I said to them). On the night before my very last day, I was suddenly full of sadness and some emptiness. "I never really got to tell them how important they are," my heart whispered to me. So, at midnight, I constructed a poster, to remind them of what I wanted to say when I never really got the chance to. A line that stuck out to me was, "You are destined for great things." I wrote that for my eighth graders because, from hanging out with them twice a week, it is really evident that these kiddos are smart, talented, and have so much potential to change the world around them. Well then I think about the people my age, and wonder, where does that same hope go ? We're all so focused on the question "Who am I?" rather than "What wil

As a writer, staring at blank white documents kind of becomes a hobby. It's a frustrating hobby, by all means, but it's a part of life as someone who enjoys pouring their soul out in the form of creative expression. You can ask anyone in my family, and they can tell you that I have loved words for a very long time. When I was very little, my mom and I wrote a story together by arranging stickers that came in a fantasy do-it-yourself book kit. Of course, I was not skilled in creating letters yet, so Mom wrote it all out for me. Sometimes, when I'm back home and have access to it, I like to pull it out and read that story for the hundredth time. It's kind of incredible to see how imaginative my mind was, and it's also kind of sad because dipping into childhood thought and imagination is so hard now.  The face that screams, "Life is AWESOME!" I'm feeling sentimental because three years ago today, I started this blog. It's crazy to start bac