Truth Be Told

It's hard to write when you don't have a guide, just like it's hard to succeed in life when you don't know what your goal is. I find a lot of things are harder than I ever gave them credit for, but I'm learning just as I did when I was younger. And of course that makes me wonder when do you reach the point where you are wise enough to stop learning and relax. And how do you race toward that finish line? And then that leads to my thought that I hope I'm cool when I'm old and not just all wise and forthcoming. I hope to be the old grandma who has watergun fights, tells her grandchildren she was a stripper, and has wheelchair races when I don't even need a wheelchair. I don't want to lose my humor or imagination with age, I'd like to grow wiser and smarter, but I don't want to lose things about me that I love, even if no one else loves them. I hope I can retain my childlike excitement when it rains and the urge to dance in it. I hope I can keep my amazement at the beauty of trees and nature, the need to capture them in a picture. I hope I can hold on to the crazy thoughts I have and the way I imagine certain things. I hope I can still get excited by an oversized stuffed Giraffe and Bubble wrap. I never want to lose my love and wonder for the world around me. I don't want to take a single thing for granted. I hope I can remember that.

The Virginal First

I guess I'll just jump on the band wagon here... This is the first blog that I have daned to write.

And it's just for you kitties :D

I should probably introduce myself, I am Sara, although the blog title might have given that away. Hmm, I shall plan better in the future. Furthermore, I should probably give you something to go on besides my name. I have a passion for music and writing that is only second to my love for a boy. I would call him a man, but he does not like the word for some reason. I guess I understand his judgement call for I would not like being called a woman, seeing as how I feel like a toddler most of the time and only sometimes do I feel grown up enough for the word and I immediately do something to counteract the effect, but who hasn't done that. *Looks around* If I had a choice I would be Peter Pan, young and full of the wonderous imagination forever, but thats a personal life choice, You understand I'm sure. Oh yeah I was introducing myself. Where to start, I guess mentioning my irregularly tiny hands and feet would do some good or not at all, but oh well, to some thats all I'm known for. Sad truth, but a truth none the less. Here are a few small factoids though, and I'm just gonna throw them at you, so you had better be having a good catching day. I love to sing, although I might not do it too well. I write all the time, it's almost like my cocaine, if I were in fact addicted. I like to talk about my cats, not because I'm a cat lover per say, just the fact that my cat has a Hilter mustache and a Three-Musketeer-Type-Goatee... And that, my friends or rather acquaintances, is a conversation piece as well as a pet! :D I feel that should be enough for now.... I'll find something else to write about next time.... Good day sir